What could be love, now remains lust, And all words sound strained; Sprouting in my heart, seeds of mistrust, My life-force slowly drained. Evidence of doubt is all I could find, Trapped in the workings of Demons in my mind.
Have I not the courage to open my eyes, Bathe in your light and glory; Surrounding myself with deceit and lies, Masquerading my life's story. I could not leave my fears behind, Trapped in the workings of Demons in my mind.
O! Prince Charming with all your splendor, Worthy I not of thee; When stripped my soul of all its honor, An ugly reflection I see. For yet I have learnt true love and divine, Trapped in the workings of Demons in my mind.
That's deep and thoughtful! Wow Jade- all I can say, is TAke flight and not swiftly unless it's to escape it all--- WARMly, Sheee Hope things improve lovingly 4 U!If not, gain strength day to day- and know what your facing - when it arrives some other time and place-
I met Jerome on a busy city street in Baltimore, Maryland, when he was forty-five years old. On that particular day, I was out and about, enjoying a much-needed day off from work.
I wanted to purchase a sukiyaki sub. I parked my car in an area of
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