|
|||
done
feed me forbidden fruit,
as I become humbled by the bliss of your youth. Silk screen serene sighs,raise your way of life unto my eyes; let me bare witness and see... the greater good of all thats been wrong from the beginning. Its easier said then done,when you can not let go of the wrong one. But after all has been said and done;fallacys become truth bow my head,dazed in comparison. Send post cards from post traumatic love, signed and sealed with a broken heart that cannot break free of this grudge. Blink your eyes and see this fate,the lies.....torment; you over compensate. easier dead than done. |