sábado, 29 de mayo de 2010

Love's the funeral of hearts
and an ode for cruelty
when angels cry blood
on flowers of evil in bloom
The funeral of hearts
and a plea for mercy
when love is a gun
separating me from you

She was the wind, carrying in
all the troubles
and fears you for years tried to forget.
He was the fire, restless and wild
and you were like a moth to that flame.

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