Being her prey
Still got lot to say
Story our so young
A tragedy that is unsung
The day you said hey
A burning past of grey
Dreams which high I clung
Fallen down as wicked you wrung
For God I pray
Every night and day
In gallows I am hung
Thinking you will ever come.
♥•✿ڿڰۣ(̆̃̃ღ•♥•ڿChinthaka Kularathna (CrAzY AaRoN)♥•✿ڿڰۣ(̆̃̃ღ♥•
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