“Heart in the self made hole”
What if I were to swear off love
swear off the heavens above
My heart hurts for what I've yet to meet
Wonder if not knowing love makes me less complete
Perhaps I’m waiting for divine intervention
The fear within finds no redemption
Paint me with colors that are unknown
I’ll still end up a gray bag of bones
I hate the pain and discontent
Not for the way it sits in my heart
But the guilt inside
Ripping apart