In my sorrow for a world gone asunder,
for the wounds which cannot close,
my rage weeps in agony helpless and leashed;
platitudes of peace plaited against the implacable.
Another scar against my heart,
But I can only love.
In my sorrow for a world gone asunder,
for the wounds which cannot close,
my rage weeps in agony helpless and leashed;
platitudes of peace plaited against the implacable.
Another scar against my heart,
But I can only love.
Good Intentions Gone Astray
stories of my life.
Blushfire
Blushfire
Blushfire
If you stick around long enough, eventually I'll bring out the wine
Blushfire
