There blew winds of change,
Immoral they made me forget,
Forget the pure form of love.
Entwined around this heart,
The dreadful poisonous creeper,
How they **** all life inside.
Perhaps you misunderstood,
Blaming someone else I am not,
Because I was the gardener.
Jan 6, 2016
Jan 6, 2016 at 9:45 AM UTC
There blew winds of change,
Immoral they made me forget,
Forget the pure form of love.
Entwined around this heart,
The dreadful poisonous creeper,
How they **** all life inside.
Perhaps you misunderstood,
Blaming someone else I am not,
Because I was the gardener.
