He's My part 2 |
Stricken with the uncertainty of fidelities flirtacious eyeTo make the mind undress, now strange and unfamiliarAnd if these fingers start to roam our trust could shatterPiercing thee on jagged thought... Posted by on Wed, 08 Jul 2009 23:01:00 GMT |
in the after |
The wind turned violent to the surface of my skin testing every step forward and pressing for a step back. I protected my eyes against the glare that explodes off falling stars. Rivers of fire crash... Posted by on Wed, 24 Jun 2009 22:08:00 GMT |
Currently Captivated |
He said "Don't fret my dear, my love. Our sacred bond will not despair", then took my hand against a fathers wishes. Then I was lead down paths through days where all I looked was to his eyes and ev... Posted by on Tue, 16 Jun 2009 21:59:00 GMT |
Surrounding Castle |
One brick is for my sanity and when it goes I can't compete with all the many things in life that test my strength and will to fight. Another falls in place of pain. For I've been broken time and ti... Posted by on Wed, 03 Jun 2009 22:11:00 GMT |
The Things I Love |
The things I love try not to breathand hardly move beneath a breezeBut stand their ground content in timewhile dragging years will pass them by.And in the place a spot or twowill form the lines of smi... Posted by on Wed, 03 Jun 2009 21:55:00 GMT |
A Love I Want To Know |
I can tell you I love you when the day falls into nightand the drop in the temperature will have you hold me tight.Everything said will be sung to the starsas clouds swim around every tender deep thou... Posted by on Thu, 07 May 2009 22:34:00 GMT |
And maybe our last |
To play upon the tunes you gave a single word to whisper steals the glory of a passing moment and it's consideration. Now why I sit in blacked out rooms confusing to an outside eye remembering the th... Posted by on Sun, 25 Jan 2009 23:30:00 GMT |
our first |
With nervousness on fire days to touch your skin a thought implies desire that infects the action of every passing moment. And contact makes the fire rage against a window fighting rain the poun... Posted by on Fri, 14 Nov 2008 21:28:00 GMT |
she's got an old soul |
The breath of life, pure and sweet with depths of wrong that right can't beat. Every hand to touch can bring the coldest heart loves conception. The goldest ring a finger holds can stand t... Posted by on Wed, 22 Oct 2008 22:08:00 GMT |
or to just be...me. |
The stale feeling of a lingering passion that once occupied a now so hallow heart throws me back into a circle of memories. Those times when I cried from laughter or laughed to keep from crying.... Posted by on Wed, 01 Oct 2008 22:52:00 GMT |