The night flips in the darkest desire,all that gives away rage and fire,
When choosing between stoping heart and wanting mind,
its always a fight, something I can't bind,
In the end my heart feels empty and my head swearing me back,
I lose it all with my head and then a new heart I pack,
A thinking fills in the cuddles and sleep,
Making me forget all the deeds,
And when a new day shines,
I raise my hope,Choosing not to err again,
But still I find myself,silly me,with a blushing grin.
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