You broke my chest,
Settling on my aches that you left.
Chasing your shadow is a waste of me.
This struggle of obsession with you eats through my lungs.
One day I will reveal the truth.
He said "if I'm still bleeding I'm the lucky one".
But a quick aid can't heal me up.
His eyes are down,as I seek his blessings.
Soon I shall be forever the broken one,
the forbidden one.
Not even a furtive glance will I receive.
The echoes keep saying,you caused it.
it negates his intensions,
so stern he gets,
but could this light,
I start to see be a quell in glance of my redemption.