why must you always do things the hard way? why must you be so indecisive and wishy-washy at the expense of others' emotions ( Read more... )

oh, my baby, how beautiful you are...your narrator dwells in the past. cannot let go of things that have moulded one to what one is today. a vertical slice into the tender underside, long healed, reminding one of the lost offspring that could have been as beautiful as it's parents' love. there's a feeling of utter uselessness and defeat weighing ( Read more... )

But if you're asking me to love you forever and accept your love forever... Too late: You're already stuck with that.and here i stand... a gluttonous fool. the silver rose has lost it's beauty, and the saint is still so far away. boredom clutches at your narrator's mind, and so with treacherous heart and wretched hands this one weaves a new ( Read more... )

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