20 September 2012
You slit my heart, But we played it twice, Still ever lasting pain, You In sight, Your soft sweet lips, A mix of milk& whine.
Five years on you made me cry, You made my stream, I believed you'r lie's.
And for that you are mean full of hate my heart as pure as a golden Lilly but yours full of sickness and sorrow !
I love you
Moon-Child
The Love Game • Opuss № I