Autumn and My Feel of Discontent

Sweet angel, does September song include My bleeding love to impact your return? your status over suicide shall learn a thousand times a steal I do conclude. Divorce me from the charms a child would where hope has disappeared my losing faith if love to mend a broken heart - what good! this cowboy eyes the lasso on you waif? The air I breathe is yours to navigate, the ride of dual purpose where a phone shall text it such a letter, few I hate that seal it with the kiss I do not own. Sand has made its way into my shoes, uncomfortable the beach to walk on makes; escape from what you seem to call abuse a hatred that brought minscule mistakes. Forgiving what the caring does for loss, I tried to set addiction, though beside Sweet, though it decieves how bitter was a touch to find it lingered long inside! Tears would re-employ a toy to some find the woe too much to serve with touch lost, amongst forgotten dreams to come, to meet my death adores it O, so much. Running scared, the fear of losing trace, of something that one slightest grey of hair has found, that any time in one nightmare repeats itself in love with falling grace.