Love?What is this love I hear so much about? Is it diamonds, chocolate, or doves with wine under a star-filled night without passion, trust or respect? Why is this love?Love?
Where is this passion Shakespeare preached of so with no thought or gain but of each others heart? Their love rooted strong; on thier face a glow shone. Where is this love? Where now did it start?
Yet, I see now the faces in churches God's followers kneel below his archways, prayers are heard here, this is where faith searches. I sense love here, throughout the troubled days.
The sun's rad
Puck
.Black.Ribbon.A cross between her fingertips She says she never meant to hurt you But the splinters in your heart tell you otherwise And if she loves you any more You’ll surely die, but does it matter Does it matter that you still feel her Fingers pushed inside you, playing with your soul Brushed against your angel wings You mean to tell her, honestly You really wish she’d choke But her corset tightens ‘round your lips And her ribbons, down your throat You’re stupid again Stupid to think she’d listen any way When all that’s said is lies Admit you’ve come to need them.Black.Ribbon.
bye???
--
Check out mah kick ass club doods!!!
:iconVilleValoWorshipers:
XD
of course dude!!!
--
Check out mah kick ass club doods!!!
:iconVilleValoWorshipers:
XD
--
QUEEN ALWAYS WINS
--
Check out mah kick ass club doods!!!
:iconVilleValoWorshipers:
XD
--
QUEEN ALWAYS WINS
Previous Page12345...Next Page