Solo en ti

Petty, the resounding caves of conjured feels, fumes of a sort to bring about regret. That which I could never admit, a piece of the earth to say I never loved you. The sort of healing that a passion rings the best of the mechanic. You were a sound in the happening I gave way my heart, the piece forewarn to me, to notice the ending. Not to the sense that the chemicals refrain, they most certainly have not, they most certainly would guide to the peace and crime that doth so diligently pursue.