I have chiseled and molded
words like sculpted clay...
The missing link
is all it means...
Yeah I think it's meant to be.
Thinking of you...
I cut the stem of the blind carnation,
tying lace childishly around the petal's breath...
Love.
Such a small word for such a big feeling...
To me, yea, Iris is invisible,
the scent of yours all pervading...
Listen to the steady thumping
, The pain that from my heart is pumping...
I've dreamt of a soul,
so sweet and kind...
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The pain is to great to bare.
The feelings of despair...
How do you make me feel.......
how do i know...............if this is real...
By the spell of Eros, I have lusted
Blinded by these demons most of my days...