Like a bad *** general reciting deaths
Strewn bodies like dead roses
Along the shore while the waves engulfs them
You glare at me like the enemy i have slained
But havnt conquered, my love
I read your book but failed to read between the lines
Of what makes you holy, or mine
Jul 8, 2015
Jul 8, 2015 at 3:57 AM UTC
Like a bad *** general reciting deaths
Strewn bodies like dead roses
Along the shore while the waves engulfs them
You glare at me like the enemy i have slained
But havnt conquered, my love
I read your book but failed to read between the lines
Of what makes you holy, or mine
