I was once cold
After all I have been sold
To the king of unwanted love
As he washed a the dove
And through away the ring
And hoped for me to still sing
No i will not,not in the dark
Not for the unwanted love to start
I have no words for your gold heart
But that's on your part
You became rottenand cold
Your no king to the gold
Your a person with to much
Fear on the shoulder of you
Not me to look like that too
I'm wanted and so are you
But chose the words to be good too
Take the dangerous path
And do the right math
The eqation with fit
And you work and sit
Becoming the king of my gold heart
YOU ARE READING
unspoken
Poesíathe destruction of words the pray to lords for the desperate need to drop the pain that spoke in the cold rain
