Jul 2014
Your exquisite demeanor mocks all
as I bare my soul
this make-believer.
Weakness wafts
waves of the despicable,
how they wish of darker times.
Irony rules here.
Consort with me,
my loves.
as I bare my soul
this make-believer.
Weakness wafts
waves of the despicable,
how they wish of darker times.
Irony rules here.
Consort with me,
my loves.
