She didnt tell me that she liked her little boys. I wasn't angry cos i didn't hav a choice. Had i had a choice; it was too armorous, her voice.
She seduced me with a tiny little gleam; deep inside her dark brown eyes, but to me it passed unseen. Had i had a choice; i would have saved myself, had i wondered; wondered...
Never before had the waterfall stopped falling, never in history was the cliff top so unseen. And as the sea went on from horizon to horizon; i passed by in my black ship with sails torn and mast destroyed.
Disguised, protected beneath a veneer of broken flesh; Lest the siren see me once again and tempt me to her warm cold lonely breasts.
Friday, July 10, 2009
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Man, I'm glad I didn't get mentioned in THIS post :P
yeah i was gonna link you on that last word there
dark! O_O
wow. someone sure got you.
hope you have recovered and keeping well :P
Chavie - yes well it certainly isn't bright is it :D
Delilah - yes well, we always toss and turn in the tide; sometimes prisoners or fugitives, and sometimes the captors themselves..
Auf - yes yes lol this is a dramatization of events somewhat distant now.
such a drama queen :P
sigh. tell me about it. i'm positively black and blue from being tossed around by the tide.
What does this mean?
Is it got to do with what u think about when tossin on out?
Warm Cold??? 0_o
ohh...
auf - yeah yeah.. melodrama is my forte
delilah - i know right. maybe what we need some kind of surfboard, to have some fun while we're at it
G the one - uh, yeah why not ?:)
gadgetgirl - yeah, warm cold doesn't always have to be opposites.
Dee - :]
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