A tale of fanaticism and plight....
A tale of fanaticism and plight.... I tried to pull away from the drain to harness all the endless passion it was a stripped soul locked in a hole she held her existence worthy of none amidst attractive flowers and enchanting sparkle each with a worth of diamond thousand she held memories of numerous vacationer who did halt at the hole for a petite hour and soon did elope for a pretty blossom whilst their stay, each created an illusion chimera in which she was his darling irony , she was just a tool of his lollygag prior to adorning new pathways they all mocked her for her scars her birth was described as a blunder pitying the passion which fashioned her she did dread the glare, she feared an exchange in heart she had envisioned , herself a pest of grunge An explicit tale I consider, she sang before she left it was a blissful account of a traveler who did wait those were the days for her of a cheerful gala her heart was content f...