The lashings of a love
Ruled by an iridescent form
Of hate, sorrow and fear
Controlling your every move
Your heartstrings constantly
Torn on edge
Sometimes I wish I could
make it all alone
But that's a thing that will
never change.
Dec 28, 2010
Dec 28, 2010 at 2:26 PM UTC
The lashings of a love
Ruled by an iridescent form
Of hate, sorrow and fear
Controlling your every move
Your heartstrings constantly
Torn on edge
Sometimes I wish I could
make it all alone
But that's a thing that will
never change.