Carry not venom in sharpened fangs; Which pierce peace. Bring not scorpions madness unto the kicking tail of abnormality. Nausea sickens impolitely, While walking through a softened heart.
Be not bitter as I am not. Tells me that I am not forgot. Each time with words you crucify. A public notice not denied. Cannot deny in whinging and whining. Powerful hearts are both entwining. Smash and grab,
A stollen heart. That was Stollen, Well bread. Not stolen, Straight rye bread, Stolen from a German fantasy. Fruity, spicy full of fun. By ladylivvi1