Pleasure turns to the pain, of a lesson learned from the strain of the question burned in my brain, about weather love is humane in its touch, these thoughts are like salmon swimming up stream in the tears of your deceit, fighting the current hurt that kills more than is created by the chaos of our intertwined emotions, chaotic because the anchor of Eros’s arrow has been plucked from the vessel of my undying infatuations, separation not as simple as the distance between us, my mind no longer posed by the demons that been overseers of my enslavement to your lies, the seeds of these lies rooted so deeply they’ve cracked the foundation of what we once shared, allowing the faith in us I had sealed inside to gush like a river, ripping the image of our future together from my thought as violently and brutally as if it was a child being taken from his mothers arms, I’m left surrounded in darkness, but I refuse to be swallowed by it, my loneliness like the night air, invisible to the eye, obvious to the touch, in its cold uncomfotablness , yet if I could do it all over again, I’d do it in the same skin im in, to lay down and let love die, just stay down and let love lie, NO, NO, NO, not I, I’ll stay around and let love fly, even though I have seen its darkness from deceit, nothing else could taste this warm or feel this sweet!!!!Home | Browse | Search | Invite | Film | Mail | Blog | Favorites | Forum | Groups | Events | Videos | Music | Comedy | Classifieds
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