The bed lays cold under your heart
White sheets adorn the lifeless room
Yet the sorrow in your look
That lovingness from those black sparkling eyes
Shivers the soul
Still you wait the return
The day to turn to a burning russet red
Where all rules are broken
For she who controls the past controls ..
The future
Sep 13, 2013
Sep 13, 2013 at 11:46 PM UTC
The bed lays cold under your heart
White sheets adorn the lifeless room
Yet the sorrow in your look
That lovingness from those black sparkling eyes
Shivers the soul
Still you wait the return
The day to turn to a burning russet red
Where all rules are broken
For she who controls the past controls ..
The future
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