Look at the sun

[burnmewithakiss]

We had your brown skates,
Like gold in our hands,
But they have no heart, they take.
Promises aside,
Take these, I’ll go hide,
You stand here, you will be bait.

And with a pat on my head you saved yourself,
And with a pat on my head you imprisoned yourself.

Coolly your hands have smoked,
The blood spatters still scarring your palms,
You can call it care if you like, “aww you’re so sweet,”
But we both know you wounded me enough to save yourself,
So you could keep your conscience that you didn’t murder.
It won’t be long before you’ll close it all off,
Unless you get out from under your rock and look at the sun.