Lady In Satin rotates ‘round the phonograph in melancholic motions, leaving my swollen tear ducts to moisten
Red, red wine, you were supposed to rid every memory of fallen love out of my tired mind, but no
Fickle mind and tired heart; I’ve been made a callous fool. Nearer to my life’s depart, Demons laughed and ridiculed. Misanthrope…is this my fate?
Do you see my exterior and marvel at its ability to capture the weak… If my skin is but a blanket to cov… you on your lonely nights of desir… then leave my presence.
Gentle wind caressed my skin, but my hopeful mind felt your hands instead.
In the fragments of my kaleidoscop… Bubbling between the silence of fe… A leaf passes in the rose scented… Could that have been the moment? Could that have been the ride?
Tell me you will find me. Will you look to the ruler of all… (The pearly moon) And ask her to point you the way? Will you remember my face?
Time is merely a nonexistent conce… when your dark Oakwood eyes kiss mine—and it is then that my skin unravels itself as I become lost in the inebriating feel of your pr…
I wished upon the moon– and there we were finding love beneath the sheets.
Lust flew through his window and placed itself inside of his de… To him she embodies a celestial an… that is incapable of becoming Sata… Flowers grow between her eyelashes
In your heart I know I had died. My heart was young and so it cried… I begged for the truth, but love l… we will collide, we will collide. Distance severed our naïve bond;
As you crawled out through the tiny space left of what could not ever be, The curvature of your spine whispered to me a