Post by Graveyard Goddess on Oct 5, 2005 19:08:31 GMT -5
My Storage
In my heart there’s no room left to hoard your feelings. It weighs me down, pushes me towards death to hold your thoughts. I used to store that love
buried deep within the soil where I wasn’t vulnerable—I’m just to vulnerable. For if I stored love in my heart, I know that you’d just spoil.
There’s no more space, you’ve given me to much hate. Stitched my mouth with thread and turned my eyes to slate. You push the blame on me.
I keep your enmity But what do I get? More bruises in return.
My skin is pale and my back, becoming weak—My body feels frail
for your hate is pounding down on me…But I might still love you,
Even though I’m cut and I’m bruised black and blue. Once in a while;
The way you, show your love hurts, but I know, you didn’t meant to.
Like you always told me sweetly as you held me in your arms “I didn’t mean to; baby—I will always love you”
In my heart there’s no room left to hoard your feelings. It weighs me down, pushes me towards death to hold your thoughts. I used to store that love
buried deep within the soil where I wasn’t vulnerable—I’m just to vulnerable. For if I stored love in my heart, I know that you’d just spoil.
There’s no more space, you’ve given me to much hate. Stitched my mouth with thread and turned my eyes to slate. You push the blame on me.
I keep your enmity But what do I get? More bruises in return.
My skin is pale and my back, becoming weak—My body feels frail
for your hate is pounding down on me…But I might still love you,
Even though I’m cut and I’m bruised black and blue. Once in a while;
The way you, show your love hurts, but I know, you didn’t meant to.
Like you always told me sweetly as you held me in your arms “I didn’t mean to; baby—I will always love you”
