Would thou think wrong of me if I were to tell thee.. Darkness lies within that beautiful heart of yours. Your beauty is a lie.. You act and love on pretense.. You talk so high and mighty. My Dear.. It is thee I've seen. Truly an artist of lies. Such a wonderful weaver of deception. Thou lies become thy bed. Lay within thy covers and dwell upon those who love thee..
Thee..
Thy false man one pretends to be.
To no one actually. Am listening to Mozart and am feeling the muse beginning to poke at my brain. Im waking up. ^^
As always.. Dreamy
Over and out...
 ll trouble ll · Mon Apr 29, 2013 @ 08:30pm · 0 Comments |
