"All women become like their mothers. That is their tragedy. No man does. That's his." Oscar Wilde_ The importance of being earnest
My dreams died with the shadows that overtook the night I loved you like no other I probably do, still Your absence filled my nights with sorrow Endless times, thinking it was me I'm not complete But now, it all lies underneath My army consisted of two warriors They would stand side by side no matter what No matter how much blood was spilled No matter how much... Bodies were killed One body would return home One body will live to tell, and pass it all on to the future Silly to think that the cow really did jump over the moon That the water is blue throughout the whole world That life is as clear as the ice the cracks in the glass But now... Lust overtakes what once lived in my soul My soul adjusted to what you wanted, that character that once lied within me washed away with the drought that overtook my all