A curse I say, the thing of the heart
Must one love and be loved?
For the sunset and sunrise we lay
Tis growing high like a seed in clay
Say, must we hold on no matter
The reverberation of Earth pulls apart
For better No worse, is it love?
A curse I say, the thing of the heart.
Jan 26, 2016
Jan 26, 2016 at 1:43 PM UTC
A curse I say, the thing of the heart
Must one love and be loved?
For the sunset and sunrise we lay
Tis growing high like a seed in clay
Say, must we hold on no matter
The reverberation of Earth pulls apart
For better No worse, is it love?
A curse I say, the thing of the heart.
