The heart asks pleasure first,
And then, excuse from pain;
And then, those little anodynes
That deaden suffering,
And then, to go to sleep;
And then, if it should be
The will of its Inquisitor,
The liberty to die.
Damn - powerful stuff. Raw and full of the feelings that only love and heartbreak can elicit...
gosh i'm so glad i know you.
You posted that at 11:11...And, as always, the writing is right.
heartbreakingly true.xxdreaming is believing
No words.Perfection.Love you so much.<3
Let the bastard burn by the scalding rays of the desert sun. <3
^ this 10/10 :-D