Your exquisite demeanor mocks all
as I bare my soul
this make-believer.
Weakness wafts
waves of the despicable,
how they wish of darker times.
Irony rules here.
Consort with me,
my loves.
Jul 10, 2014
Jul 10, 2014 at 2:21 AM UTC
Your exquisite demeanor mocks all
as I bare my soul
this make-believer.
Weakness wafts
waves of the despicable,
how they wish of darker times.
Irony rules here.
Consort with me,
my loves.
