Walking along the desolate shore,
midnight moonlight glints off the water...
Told from a vampires point of view as in HBO...
Bad Things...
Perhaps the sun rises
perhaps the sun sets...
Steel wheels on twin tracks
as straight as one perceives...
The questioned posed, before I doze
What is your favorite color...
Day and night he thinks about her
When he is with her everything else is a blur...
He stairs into my eyes searching for what I dont...
for reasurents or fear maby...
Two hearts I have, inside of me
Bounded; by fortune they are meant to be...
As i watch him walk away
i feel the need to simply say...
Theres a difference in being
Unsure of loving someone...
I want to make love to you,
right here...
Still shivering...
When I remember your kiss upon my shoulder...