In the
jungle of affairs
cheaters run the fastest.
The wind is left flustered.
Dears become prey as their
tales are painted in pane,
while the hungry eyes peek
away,
Pieces of a heart shaped
by the bleeding vein,
breeding dismay.
There, the blind ******
scene on the road to heal again.
May 8, 2018
May 8, 2018 at 12:12 PM UTC
In the
jungle of affairs
cheaters run the fastest.
The wind is left flustered.
Dears become prey as their
tales are painted in pane,
while the hungry eyes peek
away,
Pieces of a heart shaped
by the bleeding vein,
breeding dismay.
There, the blind ******
scene on the road to heal again.
