Murder


The first time you held my hand

Is the first time I lost it

And I never had it again

 

When you left

You took everything away from me

You cut my hands and put it on your waist

To keep you warm when it’s late

Same goes with my mouth and my eyes

To remind you that you’re more than the skies

Pieces by pieces, you cut me with words

Collected according to uses and tied me with cords

And my heart,

You preserved it on a jar like an art

So when yours gets broken

You’ll have mine as an additional token

 

Your love is a murder

Tearing me into a million pieces

Leaving me with nothing but bloodstains

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Murder

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