Perfect Crime, by ♥ Break The Tradition |
a perfect crime of love and passion hearts stolen as nither show compassion hearts of black togther as one true love for each other that hasn't begun to much pain in each life for them to hold as they try to love with hearts so cold she cries at night for the love he does not show her he cries at night beacuse he wishes they were both afraid to tell the other because both have been hurt by another |
Posted: 2006-02-06 02:40:31 UTC |
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