she had such thin ropes
connecting her here
she had such little eyes
turning me blue with tears
she was the childish part of my life
she loved me, more than i did myself
her lips blew on my bruises
she kissed me, more than i did myself
she had hands cold as snow
melting in my palms, to get lost
her spines would hurt angry
kind that hurts the one, she was
she was the childish part of my life
she loved me, more than i did myself
taking her little heart out
replaced it with me
she loved me, more than i did myself