little naive heart.
I’m left out in the cold, sick and trembling, called gorgeous by mistaken lips and blind eyes. Laughed at for incurable diseases and ripped apart for accusing fingers. Never ending silence in a darkened world… don’t try to save me.
I’m un-savable, dishonest, uncaring, and undeserving of your love. Drop me in a hole and watch as I fall into the abyss, turn away as I scream out for your loving arms, erase me from your memory like an ugly drawing in your sketch book, tear me from your life, wrinkle my skin and throw me in the garbage. This recycled heart will heal and move on. You left but a tiny scratch on an ash heart. Those blind eyes will learn how to perceive beauty; sadly, they will over look mine and move on.
Your beauty outshines all those around you and will never compare to anyone else’s.
Lies. Told by the softest lips and wavering heart. My beauty never compared to anyone else’s because you forgot about me and walked away laughing at my naïve little heart.
