I couldn't believe my very own eye's
though they cease to betray me yet.
the chilling sound's of my beating heart,
their deceitful silhouette.
My love for whom I'd slay the king
and work these endless hours.
was nothing more than hidden pain.
like a snake within the flowers.
A love lost is a lesson taught,
we all must sacrifice.
the time we waste with one isn't cheap.
but love comes at a price.
Mar 7, 2013
Mar 7, 2013 at 11:21 AM UTC
I couldn't believe my very own eye's
though they cease to betray me yet.
the chilling sound's of my beating heart,
their deceitful silhouette.
My love for whom I'd slay the king
and work these endless hours.
was nothing more than hidden pain.
like a snake within the flowers.
A love lost is a lesson taught,
we all must sacrifice.
the time we waste with one isn't cheap.
but love comes at a price.
