Apr 2010
The august heat
flows through her veins
his love and deceit
wash away with rain
The passion is lit
the wax gets colder
but not the wick
her weeps get bolder
flows through her veins
his love and deceit
wash away with rain
The passion is lit
the wax gets colder
but not the wick
her weeps get bolder
It is meant to be bye, instead of by.
