Fear of Love
The pain is feeding the fear of living,trust has gone with no time for giving,a lonely tide were gulls collide,you may seek and I'll go hide,cover you're heart and count to ten,afraid of loosing again and again,but with effortless reflection you consume my detection,resting pens are due for collection.
Copyright © Karl Mcdonnell | Year Posted 2015
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