• marianotsaint 6w

    My mind is blank.
    Is it possible that I have exhausted all my resources for the year on you.
    All the creative energy that I had I spent writing ballads about you my love.
    You are lost now.
    Avoiding me like in a trance.
    Gifting me boxes full of lies and deciet
    You left me alone amidst the ferocious wolves.
    My pride torn asunder, my dignity ripped apart.
    Am nothing but mere flesh and bones now.