She Who Sits On The Borderline
Tuesday, 15 January 2013
Sparks From Hell
My life is a line of confusion
My heart a boiling well of passion
My eyes lakes of darkness
Survivors of life's worst mess...
Your life is the point of ending
Your heart calls mine to be returning
Your eyes lakes of the purest blue
But in this life I cannot love you...
Our lives are far too different
Our hearts to each other much too insufficient
Our eyes meet and create sparks from hell
And we know we cannot live together well...
Your life in mine is a refreshment
My heart is joyful with you for a moment
Your eyes show gentleness to mine unknown
And to save this between us nothing can be done...
January, 13th. 2013
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