Oh how scarlet my queens wrath shall reap, all the blood pooled round her perfect feet. Moving on without a care oh how intoxicating the scent of her hair, just the memory alone makes me weep for another moment in time that I could keep. Way back all those winding years ago just as straight as the arrow of love flows, I shake my head in utter disbelief as all this slowly waiting eerily seems to creep. Though this fruit has finally come to bare still you hide so far away back there, I will not stare no it isnt fair can I at least join you over there?
Posted on: Tue, 11 Mar 2014 14:32:26 +0000