*Love is common to all,
As forms of unbreakabke bond,
Some says it comes when it's called,
And some says it only appears at dawn.
My love was never called,
Nor was it formed at dawn,
But appeared as a form of bawl,
That marched my heart as drawn.
The end was nothing but more,
Than the start is nothing but shore,
And waves that has been played,
Gives nothing, but raw grade.*
Jan 16, 2016
Jan 16, 2016 at 11:30 PM UTC
*Love is common to all,
As forms of unbreakabke bond,
Some says it comes when it's called,
And some says it only appears at dawn.
My love was never called,
Nor was it formed at dawn,
But appeared as a form of bawl,
That marched my heart as drawn.
The end was nothing but more,
Than the start is nothing but shore,
And waves that has been played,
Gives nothing, but raw grade.*
