Cecilia La Cava
Through the shallow depths
A young, beautiful heart wanders
Looking for love,
Only finding the evil lust
Where the grass can only die
And the wind can only howl.
Convinced, one is the other.
What a fright!
For built tolerance is now changed.
Here is warmth,
A shelter in the midst
But for her a shelter is no refuge.
Shelter now is a home for the bad to nestle and thrive.
She runs from what it is she wants
A soul that has seen nothing else
But the manipulation of manipulation.
Under naïve innocent eye
Lust corrupts the ...