What are we, what are these shells that store emotions.
If I to look upon thee with soft touch, you art to never seek another my heart will be crushed.
Doth never love thee, doth never will,
though you love another, god be with you my lover.
May 30, 2012
May 30, 2012 at 1:36 PM UTC
What are we, what are these shells that store emotions.
If I to look upon thee with soft touch, you art to never seek another my heart will be crushed.
Doth never love thee, doth never will,
though you love another, god be with you my lover.
