Your candle wax eyes still stare at me.
Even if you're bottled hands fixate me.
I loved your insides
But, you're a broke face.
I love to see your soul naked
Even if your body is can't be traced.
You still send voicemails to my heart
But, I never received the call.
Your eyes always been foggy.
I wasn't what you envisioned.
But, that's your fault you used my eyes for your vision.
You drove us into that collision you bleed of infidelity.
You used to laugh all the time.
You call us a pretty tragedy.
But, you were nothing
Just a perfect picture in a cracked frame
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