Love is love, a illusion of good, but there is darkness where not it should, Love is a thorn cover rose on which a finger is pricked, it is a fragrant aroma of death, a lingering mist, if u do not heed, it will poison ur mind, on the edge of a building is where u shall find, peace and and somber morrow u will not live to see, to sail a ship to the bermuda of love, out at sea...
Written on : 12:25 PM
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
Love is love, a illusion of good, but there is darkness where not it should, Love is a thorn cover rose on which a finger is pricked, it is a fragrant aroma of death, a lingering mist, if u do not heed, it will poison ur mind, on the edge of a building is where u shall find, peace and and somber morrow u will not live to see, to sail a ship to the bermuda of love, out at sea...