About Him
all the endless,
moonless nights,
i toss and turn,
lost in fights,
against my heart,
and watch your eyes,
filled with dread,
as my love dies,
for you will want,
what i will share,
but i am not,
your burden to bear.
a heart or whats left of it on screen. be nice.
Copyright © Jezabella Singe | Year Posted 2012
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