Do images of I appear in her thoughts?
Or simply the fostering of quaint fantasies?
Through all pandemonium paramour is sought
Though warded within profound secrecy
Frantic I plea for reprieve
To recover voluminous wounds
Renounce excuse to grieve
Slaughter the walls of this cocoon
'Tis never known where time will guide us
Underneath the sun she soaked hollow promises
Issuing surreal decrees decayed of trust
To romantic encounters she remains a novice
Genuine amour long since faded
Perennial you've become jaded
Feb 15, 2012
Feb 15, 2012 at 7:37 PM UTC
Do images of I appear in her thoughts?
Or simply the fostering of quaint fantasies?
Through all pandemonium paramour is sought
Though warded within profound secrecy
Frantic I plea for reprieve
To recover voluminous wounds
Renounce excuse to grieve
Slaughter the walls of this cocoon
'Tis never known where time will guide us
Underneath the sun she soaked hollow promises
Issuing surreal decrees decayed of trust
To romantic encounters she remains a novice
Genuine amour long since faded
Perennial you've become jaded
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