The crackling of blistering heartsthe sun shined brightlynot deserving a second chance,broken....they shrivelled awayas the cloud shed a tear.the moon..
Love's antidotewas not tofall in loveat all.How can one misswhen what is written in the starsand the path of cupid's arrowhad no target at all.Sorry! ..
Your pitchyou displayedhad me playingthe short balla desire that startedon your slow undress,your grass cut lowon matters cravedthe dropping of your d..