Fool's Sickness MAG

By Unknown, Unknown, Unknown

   Her whispered words ring loud to him

And singe his wretched soul,

And every glance she casts his way

Adds depth to his black hole.



And should her touch, so gentle soft,

Decide to grace his skin,

He'll swear to you the traces of

Their marks, though faint and thin.



And though he may be dying now

A thousand deaths apart,

His sickness can't be cured for it's

A sickness of the heart.





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on Jun. 3 2013 at 10:06 am
SunnyDreams BRONZE, Niger Falls, Other
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Favorite Quote:
Can you feel what I have seen, when no one else has lived through what I have?-HalveOfLife

very nice :)


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