I would love to believe that you wont leave
That the past has passed; something new, a relief...
Under a robin bird sky
I shall fly...
Like a morning star,
She illuminates me...
Gazing at the pearls
adorning the sky...
Surrounded my monsters
Whispering into my head...
Time tell's me what can't be seen
As I try to listen to everything around me...
Hurt is the main pain
it can cause death...
A fire burns slowly
when set by your...
10/26/11
There are two little objects...
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this ripe, fair skin...
Quite frankly, my dear
the air never really sat well...
Your ribcage fits my fingers,
Gentle as if not there at all...