Fullmoon wishes made
Perfect match
Lovers laid bare
Lies
You tell only to your own heart
Are soon to crumble before you
You can run
But not from your soul
She is singing
I hear the sorrowful tones of neglect
You wear your heartache
On the wrong sleeve
Tucking it away
But I can see
For I am the one
Who casts the stones
And I will be the one to caress your tomorrows x
Dec 27, 2012
Dec 27, 2012 at 7:26 PM UTC
Fullmoon wishes made
Perfect match
Lovers laid bare
Lies
You tell only to your own heart
Are soon to crumble before you
You can run
But not from your soul
She is singing
I hear the sorrowful tones of neglect
You wear your heartache
On the wrong sleeve
Tucking it away
But I can see
For I am the one
Who casts the stones
And I will be the one to caress your tomorrows x
