On the whims of desire I seemingly trample through life.
Succumbing to wants and needs of past years pleasures.
I infused our waxing wonders together,
So even the heat of our passion may not wane us.
What lies I drowned myself in,
And on what hopes I attempted salvation.
Racing hearts remember you.
I wish on those whims you race to me.
Oct 7, 2011
Oct 7, 2011 at 5:51 PM UTC
On the whims of desire I seemingly trample through life.
Succumbing to wants and needs of past years pleasures.
I infused our waxing wonders together,
So even the heat of our passion may not wane us.
What lies I drowned myself in,
And on what hopes I attempted salvation.
Racing hearts remember you.
I wish on those whims you race to me.
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