His affection for me had no reason-
he left me in an almost wonderful state of damnation.
His rosy kiss left a brand on my skin;
powerful enough at night to kill-
he left me with loneliness and a bottle of gin.
His rosy kiss ignites the fire in me.
I hope he knows that I care terribly.
Now I ask, "Why have you fallen in love with me?"
~Hey, Evan.
This was my attempt at unraveling the trouble of your conscience.
Take care, brother.~
