19 July 2012
Heart like a little china teacup
Her soul is sweet and mild
With long, flowing, golden hair
And the wide eyes of a child
So innocent, so sweet and pure
So empty and void
My heart calls to her
She needs a friend, she needs a release
Heart breaking apart, piece by piece
A sad tale, flavor of the meek
Sleeping alone every week
Has to be wound up every day,
Just waiting to waste away
♡ • Opuss № I