Dec 2010
The lashings of a love
Ruled by an iridescent form
Of hate, sorrow and fear
Controlling your every move
Your heartstrings constantly
Torn on edge
Sometimes I wish I could
make it all alone
But that's a thing that will
*never change.
Ruled by an iridescent form
Of hate, sorrow and fear
Controlling your every move
Your heartstrings constantly
Torn on edge
Sometimes I wish I could
make it all alone
But that's a thing that will
*never change.
