Swoooning...My heart racing down the tracks of life
Eternally she says, but is she always mine?
Forcibly to yield ye to my desire...Of this so called love...

Past Hope, past Cure, Past Love...All dissolved with your touch...Gone.
Contracting with such pain...Is this what you call love?

Eh..I realize I just off on a slur..But to all of you broken hearts, never give up...

Lyndal Artias

Penned by my hand on the 2nd of Mayan, in the year 274 AF.