it covered my head with honeywhat's more, filled the tub with rockwhat's more, when I shouted out of frustrationit took my shoes and socks..
No one knows it's excruciating.They imagine that I am solid.They say it won't kill me,Yet, I keep thinking about whether they are off-base…
A rose breathing the fragrance of your landbrought up knowing no other home soilhow might I bear the consumed of your Summeroutrage and stress inside my chest bubble.
I've given you my heart.I've given you my spirit.I'm fed up with feeling vacant,Yet again, to feel great.
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I'm burnt out on your expressions of remorse,I'm burnt out on your untruths.You've left me feeling unfilled,Prepared to bid farewell.
This clench hand gripped round my heartrelaxes a bit, and I wheezebrilliance; yet it fixedonce more. When have I ever not cherishedthe aggravation of adoration? Yet, this has moved..