by Koriey Korrupted May 23, 2009
category :
Love, romance /
rekindled love
In my hardest of hearts hidden in the crest of hate, I want to shatter the glass, break down every memory that chains me to your being. Yet to your resolve I come running, scarcely behold the flames of the truest of all... love. If I am to live by these chains and swords, sworn and banished to faint memory, then to the bass of the butterflies chasing desire through my veins. I will come about my pride and say. I remember. © Koriey Korrupted |
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