BY ARCASSIN BURNHAM
waitin for the mornin to open its eyes,
Shes waitin for me,
but dosent know that dawn has found me,
she mocks the sun,
your ignorance is a bliss,
one step from a kiss,
i guess i should have known better,
so beautiful as love itsself,
But inside,
evil as sin,
when,
when will the morning come,
love aint going anywhere,
im always here.
May 26, 2014
May 26, 2014 at 8:28 PM UTC
BY ARCASSIN BURNHAM
waitin for the mornin to open its eyes,
Shes waitin for me,
but dosent know that dawn has found me,
she mocks the sun,
your ignorance is a bliss,
one step from a kiss,
i guess i should have known better,
so beautiful as love itsself,
But inside,
evil as sin,
when,
when will the morning come,
love aint going anywhere,
im always here.
http://arcassin.blogspot.com/2014/05/the-cut-of-dawn-full-version.html
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