Cross
• 07/12/22 at 10:47PM •Cross were the words
flowing over her lips.
Sharp was her tongue,
sharp as a knife.
Waxen the wings,
beware the strife,
for you'll never know,
she is your wife.
Cross were the words
flowing over her lips.
Sharp was her tongue,
sharp as a knife.
Waxen the wings,
beware the strife,
for you'll never know,
she is your wife.