• hmg101p 10w

    Talk in stone, a thought in roam; the beginning of an end to satisfy the stars of unknown. Abrupt in eloquence and shy at heart; and I’m handing out roses, to place love at that hidden mark. Run down the mystery, as tales of passion go where ever they do please. Heartache holds, stashed behind the curtains; and when they fall the path of a stale life becomes uncertain. Speak in flow, a tongue in prose; the ending of a beginning, to crucify satisfaction in far off homes...


    (Oh, the tangles of a deceiver)