Infidelity of the Broken Soul

[andre_riot]

Latitudinal line evaporate into nothingness
We speak like genders prevail
How easily can we make this a solemn stress
And never cease to fail and never avail

The truth is a spawn of devilish demise
We are anything but pure in heart
How do we find the strength to rise
When we have yet to find the time to be that smart

Comments

From Nicole

[anonymous]

You have always had a way with words. You should be making money of your words.