My day has gone to **** real quick.
You know just how to **** the mood.
Thank you lover, for being so sincere,
my fragile heart is a prism of tears.
Your ice words and fire anger
collide in my chest and crack together,
my bones shake and brittle,
shredded roses in my veins.
Our hourglass is just about done.
Our lovers' embrace in the top,
has finally dribbled through the pinch.
Only sand is left to mark what once was.
Sep 25, 2011
Sep 25, 2011 at 3:35 AM UTC
My day has gone to **** real quick.
You know just how to **** the mood.
Thank you lover, for being so sincere,
my fragile heart is a prism of tears.
Your ice words and fire anger
collide in my chest and crack together,
my bones shake and brittle,
shredded roses in my veins.
Our hourglass is just about done.
Our lovers' embrace in the top,
has finally dribbled through the pinch.
Only sand is left to mark what once was.