Quintessence
'Purest or most typical instance. Pure, Highly...
While it's true that I love the works of Poe
and melancholy is often a companion of mine...
Just something I wrote now... because I don't know...
Walking Dead...
The rhythm of keys swinging in your hand
the rhythm of your steps down the hallway floor...
Are not all of us like spiders,
weaving our webs delicately round us...
1) I like your hair, soft and nice to play with
2) I like your ears, adorable as those of elves...
1) is your heart, that steadfastly loves God
2) is the love for others you so freely share...
Is there something you hold sacred, my dear?
An emotion perhaps, or some kind of fear, my dear...
Blood, Blegh! ugh! gross!
At first I thought it all sounded great...