-
.She was the sun, shining upon the tomb of your hopes and dreams so frail. He was the moon, painting you with it's glow so vulnerable and pale. She was the wind, carrying in all the troubles and fears here for years tried to forget. He was the fire, restless and wild and you were like a moth to that flame. The heretic seal beyond divine pray to god who's deaf and blind. The last night's the soul's on fire three little words and a question why? Love's the funeral of hearts and a plea for mercy when love is a gun separating me from you.
Leia Mais…











