Night pleasure Mornings pain The drink never did it Such power it never posessed And the poison never touched my lips But ode to horrid mistakes this will be for nothing had she forseen nothing i had known could be yet here we are, together yet apart something on our minds yet had not crossed our lips alound it would have broken us our tounges remained still to save our minds the life we have lived did not prepare us for this What were we supposd to do? but keep a tounge in cheek hope for the Best and Withstand the Test thrown at Us Thrown by us a nights folly moments of pleasure into worry our folly that night Mine or Hers It was Ours, Together
Reason for writing:
why do you think?
Birth sign: Taurus
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