There was a time that I trusted you, when I looked you in the eyes.
Sad. The loss of trust and the memory that stays. Yet, the trembling is his. For the lions know the fu[[ story and keep the coward in the shadows, of unending torment.
Love this Sean, thank you!
Thank You, Mona! One never knows where the muse will come from. TNTFST!
Sad. The loss of trust and the memory that stays. Yet, the trembling is his. For the lions know the fu[[ story and keep the coward in the shadows, of unending torment.
Love this Sean, thank you!
Thank You, Mona! One never knows where the muse will come from. TNTFST!