There’s no blame for how our love did slowly fade
And now that it’s gone it’s like it wasn’t there at all
(Source: timeslippedaway, via theboywho-playedwithfire)
Once upon a dim stage dreary, while I twirled, weak and weary
Under many quaint and curious gaze’s of voyeurs wanting more
While I spun round, nearly falling, suddenly there came a calling
the voice of which was quite appalling, appalling and it screamed out “WHORE”
Tis’ some drunkard, I muttered, screaming out the insult “WHORE”
Only this and nothing more.
(Source: ice-creamcastles, via meredith-bailey)