12 a.m. on IRC,
Your words fell gently like flowers across the...
When you say you miss me when you say you never...
what have you done to my mind...
Tonight we shall go to that house in the woods...
This is the solemn truth the one truth. This
is the life that was, none of that could-have-been...
The crack of the cane,
resonates fear in her heart...
When you say you miss me when you say you never...
what have you done to my mind...
Do you ever wonder why we do what we do?
What we MAKE ourselves go through...
Forget not that the earth delights to feel your bare feet and the winds long to play with your hair. |
How vain it is to sit down to write when you have not stood up to love. |
When all is said and done, it is best to leave it that way. |