Why must it be,
that I cannot see
my own heart's desires?
Even though I look into the fires
of my soul,
I may never find the right role
that I am supposed to play
in this world where I have no say
on my own future.
Love, Hate, this is my life.
I can never escape from my own strife...
that I cannot see
my own heart's desires?
Even though I look into the fires
of my soul,
I may never find the right role
that I am supposed to play
in this world where I have no say
on my own future.
Love, Hate, this is my life.
I can never escape from my own strife...
Yeah, I just felt like doing a poem, so I colored this. Again, it goes with a homestuck Rp that I am in. Nothing else. Move along now.
