Put a tempest to my heart, Watch it bleed like burning love letters.
Emotions peeled with pure art Let my words fly without feathers.
In respite to forget all building within I killed every thoughts in me.
Buried them in the warm breasts of Elizabeth inn. http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LWr8-VrYwoc/T3qoLKgjWCI/AAAAAAAABMw/Fgmz8PZjljQ/s1600/fire-heart-love-wallpaper-smoking-heart-dektop-wallpapers.jpgsource Cold and immune I shall be, Sorrowful sadness shall surely sleep.
But Only time can sing her a lullaby. At the next sight of passion would i leap?,
Or play a Defunct role of a passerby?. my mistakes became my muse,
Out of her came verses I can use.