What an awful thing it is
to have pain reflected in you and me
I cry
you scream.
The cause of your pain searing through my veins
Your Pride at its high.
My vanity causing this calamity.
You cry
I die
so I must hide.
Aug 26, 2014
Aug 26, 2014 at 12:21 PM UTC
What an awful thing it is
to have pain reflected in you and me
I cry
you scream.
The cause of your pain searing through my veins
Your Pride at its high.
My vanity causing this calamity.
You cry
I die
so I must hide.
