::: Unable :::

The wind blows through my hair
The heat of passion passes me by
My skin fased away
Only seeing the vines flow
Trying to breath as I fall
Trashing tho who love
Seeing fire in my heart
Circling the pain to past on
Growing over the wounds
Unable to let free
Believe as I breath will be my last.

Written by: ~ April

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