Nov 08, 2005 05:38
Boredom results in sappy poems.
She laughs as the white lily is placed in her hair;
Face full of bewilderment.
As her sweet eyes sparkle,
my fingers trace her delicate jawline.
the river of blood in me calms down.
sweet sincerity.
refreshing innocence.
And I'm not telling any of you what it's about. *makes face*
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