Amthorn
Well-known member
Why does my heart have no weight
An empty bauble, gifted ephemeral
Transcending your touch, cold as it is
In our simple dreams, we sing sad songs,
Soft eyed until morning
Weeping gentle entreaties
They evaporate with the morning sun
And harsh words fall like shard of broken
Glass
Cutting deep the remnants of our love
An empty bauble, gifted ephemeral
Transcending your touch, cold as it is
In our simple dreams, we sing sad songs,
Soft eyed until morning
Weeping gentle entreaties
They evaporate with the morning sun
And harsh words fall like shard of broken
Glass
Cutting deep the remnants of our love
