Trust me, you said
So foolishly I did
That was the day I made my first mistake
Let you reach into me
And remove my heart
I didn’t see the knife you held hidden behind your smile
That heart?
It had always belonged to you
Betrayed me long ago it did
And now it has made me into your slave
I had thought I left it in good hands
But now I see
The knife that hovers above it
The hand that grips it oh-so-tight
My heart desperately tries to escape
But your strong grip on it fails to break
It stretches out broken wings
Crushed by your cruel squeeze
And I far away can only see
Helplessly my heart can’t flee
Tighter and tighter, my heart is gripped
Until that strong hold hurts
From afar I witness that
My heart quitens, it surrenders
A smile breaks out across your face
The smile that I used to love to gaze
Coldness fills me as you look down at me
You hold up my heart to let me see
That I no longer have a heart
And you happen to have two
I look down at my empty gaping chest
Smile a bitter smile
And collapse
This time, photos are from me, taken by my handphone. First photo: I cut up a heart of paper, arranged it, and snapped a photo. Second: I drew it, and that's my finger.
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