Branches of destiny Vine of souls Canvas of beauty Yet fortune and fame are your goal… Withheld and delicate
Your fault. My fault. Her fault. Our fault. Words spewed.
Introductions and handshakes began… Your smile, your charm and your ea… You are brains and ambition wrappe… You are the image of lust and unre… Strides of confidence and formalit…
When somebody doesn’t love you for… Then you know it’s over. When you can’t laugh about things… When all you think about are what… Women talk about heartbreak
With him Its always take take take He’s draining me Of my spirit My soul
Being like this... Unmoving. Right. Doomed. This is what we are really. If I’m wrong prove me wrong. Since you wanna talk.