| Empty feeling in my heart that burns, |
is wicked, tough, and painful.
Fadded eyes that are going to down,
have a dark surface and the brilliance of cold.
The scars on my side and my wounds inside,
remind me of my past adventures.
These imperfect hands and heart of stone,
will always remain until the end of the road.
| Lisas: lonelygirl @ 2013-04-24|| Hinne: - |