No More
Having called you to my door I'm left here stranded evermore frozen in an older way there is no way I can repay what was once something so beautiful has become a phrase so questionable Where is this road now leading you when sense and manner has turned hue left aside by those who sought the rain only felt by those who know this pain and I wonder... who the puppeteer is now behind this door I'll crawl the floor and call no more Sign in to see full entry.