MaxWhile enjoying a dull moment, I've felt the cold wind of a slammed door, touching my hot face.
It may cooled the blood in my vessels for a moment but the following minute I bathed deeply in embarresement over my mere existence
Never did it struck me, that thee, o my lover, would be the reason for me to be alone. But don't you worry, the love that you withold me, is the love I will not recieve by anyone else.