broken hearts, dreams long since dead. Streams of tears, running crimson bands, down your cheeks. I wish i could stop the flow, but all i can do is kiss your cheek, and drink from you tears. As your head rests on my shoulder, and you weep your bloodly tears.
More stains upon my soul, as i wish to help any way i can, but all you do is weep, as you turn a deaf ear unto my plees, and the words i offer to well damn the flow. so i hold back my own tears, and stand in slient vigal, given you Calm from your forever raging storm. and i ask but one thing, remember when you stand on your own, because i have been forgoton too many times before.
hellflame3000 · Sat Jul 02, 2005 @ 01:13pm · 0 Comments |