Thou wander'st desperately
Carrying thy frozen heart
in shaking, worrisome hands
Lack of love breaks thee
A beg of good fate- remains an unheard plea
Thy life an endless winter
without even a measly 'camp fire'
Thou art cold, unwillingly, remorsefully cold
Craving warmth for thy *forsaken *****
An ***** that has never been played
A thing thou carriest
An instrument called thy heart.
An ***** that has never played- the music of love.
9:28 am- Tuesday, 3rd, March, 2015
Doubt anyone would get this..
Mar 3, 2015
Mar 3, 2015 at 8:33 AM UTC
Thou wander'st desperately
Carrying thy frozen heart
in shaking, worrisome hands
Lack of love breaks thee
A beg of good fate- remains an unheard plea
Thy life an endless winter
without even a measly 'camp fire'
Thou art cold, unwillingly, remorsefully cold
Craving warmth for thy *forsaken *****
An ***** that has never been played
A thing thou carriest
An instrument called thy heart.
An ***** that has never played- the music of love.
9:28 am- Tuesday, 3rd, March, 2015
Doubt anyone would get this..
