Trespasser
You faceless frock
Bitten back by my smiting trend
Where did the sun turn under the horizon?
Faded beneath the blanket of stars and smoke
The heat stolen by her true nave and son
Our shoulders cold as she once spoke
Why must he be so eager
Always to catch my floating heart
He does not see my anger
Always blind to my damaged part
(Written by Celene ©SicarioSideral)
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