• cynically 33w


    I grazed my fingers over the nasty scar,
    A lone tear evading my cheeks,
    I swear I tried to hold it back,
    But hey, it's my heart that speaks.

    I thought I would be broken,
    And so I was,
    Until you came along,
    Along with your ever so charming sass.

    I think I like the way you sound,
    A voice as clear as the morning sky,
    I wish I could hear you,
    All my life, until I die.