Selling ones soul unwillingly, though genuinely in a stance to compromise in a toxic ‘love’ gone south in a deadly break to please and be loved in return…
With the turn of a moment, thoughts of my sweet Rowland come rushing back like questions unanswered piercing through fragile limbs, with wishes returning void regardless of blood tears shed whilst sending them up.
Sinking to the depths of your despair weighed down by tears unshed though inevitably breakable, a heart still yerns to be free. Palms get sweaty so in a quest to remain afloat eyes close, the taste of the sweet honey nectar taking you far and abroad after counting to 3.
A kiss of deception, troubles forgotten though aching pains serve a deadly reminder of emotional pains gone physical.