Rip her heart into a river of blood,
Hang this soul on the mountains of sorrow,
She cried, “what is misery burdened upon by my heart?”
Indeed patience will lead to her journeys.
She guarantees her intentions are pure,
But her heart longs for its existence,
Its priority , its only cure.
“who owns it?” they asked,
“My creator”, she whispered,
Feeling enlightened at that very moment.
She kept your pictures safe with her,
In her heart they always belong,
They are all that she earned throughout her life,
What’s art without your face?
Perhaps she’ll never know…
What’s paradise without you in it?
You’re now a part of her,
Keep her in your prison…
She admires your space so much,
She hopes fire burns her freedom.
The silence is what made her,
She’s lost, she doesn’t wanna return,
You can’t test her patience now..
Reality has taken over her somehow,
Falling in love was a disease…
The only medicine she searches now is you.
