I can't be your light
your anchor
your sun
If I go much longer,
black ink
starts to run
And yet,
doves above
singing faith and trust
but blinded am I
by the strong
hold of lust
I can't be your light
your anchor
your sun
If I go much longer,
black ink
starts to run
And yet,
doves above
singing faith and trust
but blinded am I
by the strong
hold of lust
A poem a day keeps depression away, amirite? Haha...
