Time is a bitch Blessing when she pleases Damning when she wishes Wreaking pain upon whoever on a whim Too consumed with the sands that spill down her spine To give a good got damn.
Tag: Pain
Thorn
A rose is a rose, which you are not You are the thorn that pricked by soul And nicked my heart You tricked me you sly fox But childish games only trick me once You foolish little fox
