With this heart
He held The Look Of Love,
Lost inside medusa’s eyes,
Mutiple questions in a
search for the
This had had to be our last goodbye?
Cried so much they called it Rain,
Heart of stone turned to grain,
Spread across the sands of time
Hopes to find what was Once, again,
Just to tell the tale of a happiness
without an end.
-Julian ‘Naive’ Bronson