So this is how it goes; we try and try to pretend these empty kisses
mean so much more then a petty summer affair. You're so
explicit, and I'm so distant, as we shatter chains to run in
opposite directions. I wish you could tell me how it is
this curtain falls on the greatest act of Romantic
Tragedy. Oh curse this, I play retched fortunes
I play your ever perfect fool. Just because I
fell down, and fell ever so hard under your
spell. Never has there been more plight
and drama in one life as there is now.
Oh but make me immortal and I will
love you forever; or at least until
the last raindrop falls on my
soaked lashes. Amore
Amante Mio Angelo
Bello. We were
lost to this
feeling
and it
was
too
long
ago
for
