Rogue Clumsy as a poison because of your mouth Poisoning my wounded heart There is a chest inside this mad desire Bleeding lips of those poisoned In a lacerating bite so deep Painfully in which the blood floods The lush floor of your room If I spill my blood as I speak softly Not only will this drain my For the love of me is not torture And yes indeed an adventure Ah! How would it be? Ah! My God, how would it be? Dying in your haste to vampire Numb love in your waist
Rogue
ReplyDeleteClumsy as a poison because of your mouth
Poisoning my wounded heart
There is a chest inside this mad desire
Bleeding lips of those poisoned
In a lacerating bite so deep
Painfully in which the blood floods
The lush floor of your room
If I spill my blood as I speak softly
Not only will this drain my
For the love of me is not torture
And yes indeed an adventure
Ah! How would it be? Ah! My God, how would it be?
Dying in your haste to vampire
Numb love in your waist
Sandro Kretus
http://sandrokretus.blogspot.com/