From slow Mondays
To Holy Sundays...
Pac wasn't the only person that saw rose grow from...
A twisted tornado rapidly destroying my insides
As a hurricane makes land fall sheltering tears...
Troublesome times, heart aches more than ever more
With no sign of slowing down...
The Love that I gave my heart to
That no longer no bleeds...
I hide my face behind this mask
Hoping noone notices me...
Nothing is the same, everything is different |
In every woman there is a little girl that you will protect and love more than that woman |
Once yov have found that one, noone will ever compare to them but you will compare everyone to them. |