14 May 2012
Like the beauty of a candle flicker
Yet to the touch it would burn
Like the smell of the red rose
But to hold too tight would cut
One day I am in the white world
The next I'm in the black
With you most days are grey
All emotions yearn to love you so
Yet loving you only brings pain
For a face so delicious, a mind so cruel
Did I deserve or even ask for it?
I feel lost, now, tomorrow and always
Sugar And Hate • Opuss № I