Oct 2018
i don't know what true love is,
until it's too late,
i fed you the words,
i knew that you ate.
but god fed me lies,
of a hidden mistake,
love is not mine,
or mine to create.
until it's too late,
i fed you the words,
i knew that you ate.
but god fed me lies,
of a hidden mistake,
love is not mine,
or mine to create.
