Sep 12
Such a mere desire to have, my lady.
To be suffocated in sol of your life is a mere desire you thrist upon daily. Look at the cads!
Look how merry they are by buffoonery while you leak of probity. How generous were you when you let his sin fall in yours.
Gave a taste of your soul to a foul,
I pity you my lady.
I really do.
In odour you seek paradise with a prize of affection
yet all i see and all i will is that your kindness towards them gives them the right to ****.
To be suffocated in sol of your life is a mere desire you thrist upon daily. Look at the cads!
Look how merry they are by buffoonery while you leak of probity. How generous were you when you let his sin fall in yours.
Gave a taste of your soul to a foul,
I pity you my lady.
I really do.
In odour you seek paradise with a prize of affection
yet all i see and all i will is that your kindness towards them gives them the right to ****.
Ok so this writing style of mine is called “Old man with smoked cigar's ashes dripping” like i don't know. It just clicks and here he is telling this to a lady.
