GUILT
Guilt.
the tears have spilt, i will not wilt .
Undo.
to blue i flew, we are through.
Immortal; Immune
i found too soon, to be such an ordinary tune...
Lie.
a stilled sigh; i will Not cry.
Tired?
of what You desired.
the tears have spilt, i will not wilt .
Undo.
to blue i flew, we are through.
Immortal; Immune
i found too soon, to be such an ordinary tune...
Lie.
a stilled sigh; i will Not cry.
Tired?
of what You desired.