There is a fine line between love and hate
I walk that line with you
Hand in hand, looking into your glass eyes.
Eyes so blue...eyes so cold
Hands that are warm but not kind
A heart much too cruel
A mind blinded by a false truth...
A soul..your soul...is left to wander in anguish.
Along its way, it scatters the foolish to a sunder.
No sound of desperate despair from their quavering lips..
But tear drops never the less.
Jun 6, 2014
Jun 6, 2014 at 9:49 PM UTC
There is a fine line between love and hate
I walk that line with you
Hand in hand, looking into your glass eyes.
Eyes so blue...eyes so cold
Hands that are warm but not kind
A heart much too cruel
A mind blinded by a false truth...
A soul..your soul...is left to wander in anguish.
Along its way, it scatters the foolish to a sunder.
No sound of desperate despair from their quavering lips..
But tear drops never the less.
