18 July 2012
The sky is clear but the thunders rumbling.
Its like that skin you get on your milk when you warm it up in the microwave.
You can't see what's going on inside, I have a mask.
I hide behind, I cower behind the lies.
But when loves involved does it really matter?
So he hits me?
He gets mad!
We all get mad sometimes right?
It's okay it really is.
We all get mad I just got in the way of his fury, but I love him.
It's called compromise.
Compromise • Opuss № I