Tattoo Your Lies

Unto My Heart.

Undo My Scars

With Your Charm.

Patch Up My Past

With Your Eyes.

Posses My Heart

With Your Mind.

Eyes Only Seek

Of Lost Stars.

Trapped

In This Land

This Land

Of Broken Hearts.

Although, The Stars

Are Always Bright,

I've Got Every Reason

To Be Afraid Of The Dark.

Because Beautiful Dreams,

Turn To Nightmares

With You In My Arms.



Life In The Beginning,

My Head Was

High In The Clouds.

Only A Part Of Me Stare,

With My Eyes On The Ground.

But Reality Spoke Of A Princess,

And This Princesses Heart

Spoke Of A Pact.

Little Did I Know,

Her Heart Was Not Intact.

So I Grabbed My Needles,

Grabbed My Thread..

And Took The Time,

To Sew Her Back

Back Together Again.

So Nights Went By.

And So She Fell In Love

With A Prince.

Truly HE Was A Peasant,

He Was Nothing Close

To Perfectness.



So The Peasant

Brought His Princess

To The Sky Of Scars.

And As She Stared Into His Eyes,

She Saw A Lonely Broken Heart.

So As They Gazed At The Sky,

He Told Her

A Once Apon A Time..

Of A Young Peasant

In His Prime.

Long On A Journey,

Searching

Searching

For Shooting Stars.

Shooting Stars

Lost In The Dark.

When He Found His First,

It Burned A Beautiful Red.

He Followed It For Years.

Eventually The Star Bled.

Slowly Fading It Bled.

As He Lyed There Crying,

He Learned What It Was Like,

To Be Dead Before Dying.



In The End,

Hollowed And Alone,

This Mistake

Was His Own.

She Left Him.

Cold.

Broken.

Lost Words.

Forever Unspoken.

And Maybe

It'd Be Possible

To Heal This Dead Mute,

If Only

If Only,

Her Last Words

Were

"I Love You..."



She Tattooed Her Lies

Unto His Heart.

Undid His Scars

With Her Charm.

Possessed His Heart

With Her Mind.

His Eyes Only Sought

Of Lost Stars.

Trapped, Left To Die.

In This Land,

This Land Of Broken Hearts.

This Twas A Story

Of A Peasant,

Who Became Afraid

Of The Dark.

If Only,

If Only,

Shooting Stars

Left No Marks.