Distaste

by Eliza   Jun 21, 2008


Stop torturing your precious soul.
I'm not one to forgive, not to forget.
Sweet insanity take my grace.
Leave me here an invisible distaste.

I took your heart and shattered it.
I left the pieces, never to be found.
You layed there grey.
Slow life fading away from your face.

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