To Be Torn

Oh God, I'm stuck.
They are hell bent on us.
And I've got nothing to offer you.
My skin trembles, it wants to be used.
Oh God, I'm thrown.
I am only happy on my own.
My heart grows harder, it wants to perform.
And I only ever feel it when I wanted to be torn.
To be torn.

Like a handheld, from its first love.
Like a lost kiss, from its vain hope.
Like a grown child, from its skipping rope.

Oh God, what now?
I have ruined this, I have broken you down.
Your fingers are weathered, your eyes are full of clouds.
The raindrops collect with the tears at your mouth.
At your mouth.
Where I once kissed, your warm lips.
As my tongue tripped, over white teeth.
Bitten soft skin, with my hands tied.
Oh God, I've strayed.
I should not have come here with the wind in my sails.
I've blown you backwards now your heart is impaled.
And I know you don't believe me, but I'm sorry that I failed.
To be torn.

Like a handheld, from its first love.
Like a lost kiss, from its vain hope.
Like a grown child, from its skipping rope.



Credits
Writer(s): Kyla La Grange
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