I Don't Wear My Heart on My Sleeve for Decoration

Lessons

Shudder in disgust, filled with no trust Agony and pain your love–stains Defame–I was lame to utter your name Your recent conquest–you’ll be on to the next in two weeks or less Am I scorned–not Lenses are blurred–no more

I’ll never trust my heart to a clown that doesn’t even like their own sound It’s my fault I didn’t see the horns you’d so carefully hidden around I’m seeking a better view it’s not of–you I feel happy blue– from severing a hold that’s now exposed Ignite a spark–never again, I rather walk around aimlessly in the dark. You have no heart, just a bunch of bark How did this even start?

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