It's time to write again. Yeah, it's been that long. I wonder if anyone remembers me? |
I remember the "real" first time I...
You started coming over. All on your own. Just to...
Her skin is so soft.
And her lips, warm and full...
Rain runs down the headstone.
Small rivulets trail down across...
You don't know the things that
go through my mind when I look at you...
Inhale....exhale.........
Inhale.........exhale...
I sit here, quietly, in this crowd,
minding my own space...
I wonder what I'm doing here.
Here, in this house by myself...
One is named after a song,
her sister, after a flower...
Your brown eyes.
Sometimes, in the night, when sleep...
There are things I've done,
that caused hurt, and anguish...
This love we make, full of warmth, full of passion. This love we make, born of want and wishes. This love we make, causing anger and hate, tearing our worlds apart. This love we make, to want so much of, or to be so rid of |
When you hold that knife, make sure |
The quiet man. Don't give him too much power. He won't be quiet anymore. |