In The World Of Love
By Merules36
Mopping up the blood It's all over the place It's coming from my eyes It's coming from my face Toughts of my religion Burdening my soul What was I ever thinking Now I'm trapped in this hole So devoted to my smile So holy and so secret The black that covers my face Now makes it seem lit Locked in this prison With no escape Nothing to hold on to Honesty's too late Even though I tried It was never good enough Nothing's ever perfect In the world of love Written January 18th, 2001 © on Dec 05 2001 12:49 PM PST 0 • 8
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"Mopping up the blood..."