With eyes wide enough enough to see the world, That fragile girl, Was once his love, As peaceful as a singing maiden, And a dove... That hopless girl, Was his love, She was in all of his dreams, Those hopeless scenes, A shining angel from above, She was his love.... Only as innocent as a wounded owl, Early demise so miserable.. And foul... In those moments he didn't of....she also was... His love.....
Wurlee · Mon May 10, 2010 @ 02:45am · 0 Comments |