Lies turned me inside out;
I always believed life would be fair—
beautiful.
Lured by his honey words,
I turned the devil toward my soul—
naïve boy.
Blinded by his beauty,
I always believed he would be there—
lustful fool.
Lies turned me inside out;
I always believed life would be fair—
beautiful.
Lured by his honey words,
I turned the devil toward my soul—
naïve boy.
Blinded by his beauty,
I always believed he would be there—
lustful fool.
something to numb the past and silence
I lay in a pillowy green field
a rush of warmth as I remembered
a rush of warmth as I remembered
while my moist lips trembled
deceit drained our desire to flower
while my moist lips trembled