so this is the first chapter in my life where the weak are prowled on by the prey of black hearted lovers.
we are beaten and strangled til we say no more .....well if we say no more.
the second chapter is the chapter of love where we find the grace in god for bestowing the most beautiful creature to take you away on a far off journey. to make the ugly melt into fragile glasses blown by loves promises and dreams.
this is the third chapter where eyes are blood shot from never ending tears. this is where hell is evident and wounds are made from falling off cloud 9.
this is chapter four where the body is an empty vessel and the soul wanders too and fro trying to find substitution. now these eyes are swollen shut from partying hard and trying to forget. this is denial.
this is chapter five the beginning because sooner or later we gotta move on and though hearts are broken they will mend. this is the waiting period. the period in time where you find the one, the perfect one. this is the story of hearts this is the story of mine.
-liljo
we are beaten and strangled til we say no more .....well if we say no more.
the second chapter is the chapter of love where we find the grace in god for bestowing the most beautiful creature to take you away on a far off journey. to make the ugly melt into fragile glasses blown by loves promises and dreams.
this is the third chapter where eyes are blood shot from never ending tears. this is where hell is evident and wounds are made from falling off cloud 9.
this is chapter four where the body is an empty vessel and the soul wanders too and fro trying to find substitution. now these eyes are swollen shut from partying hard and trying to forget. this is denial.
this is chapter five the beginning because sooner or later we gotta move on and though hearts are broken they will mend. this is the waiting period. the period in time where you find the one, the perfect one. this is the story of hearts this is the story of mine.
-liljo
