Apr 2015
You are
an irresistible
heartbreak.
(I drench my hands in the blues
of your gloom; we'll be long gone
by the time the train of thought
ever leaves your bedroom)
an irresistible
heartbreak.
(I drench my hands in the blues
of your gloom; we'll be long gone
by the time the train of thought
ever leaves your bedroom)
Lust, my dear, was the deadliest of the seven.
Theseus, oh boy.
Theseus, oh boy.
