347
347
What else is there to do?
347, side, hide, glide
Blinded by what is true
To keep it in, I have tried
Damn me, I played with fire
My veins start to freeze in ice
Melting in whim and ire
Oh, through more seconds of lies
To know more than one should
Blame that silly, messy mind
Pierce that weak soul, how shrewd
Cast the fragile one behind
Ran out of words to say
Memorize these lips, this smile
Story's fin on its way
One page flipped as both beguile
Comments
Post a Comment