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Leirum

PostPosted: November 2nd, 2005, 6:28 am
by Ceot
Onto her eyes I do see my desires and dreams. And to her flesh I see my desire.

Uh...

PostPosted: November 2nd, 2005, 6:35 am
by Ceot
And so I told her.

Undress for me love, Let me cover you in my passion.

After that I had a hell of a time getting
her to stop laughing and take me seriose.

PostPosted: November 2nd, 2005, 11:17 pm
by Mallic
And you'll have to do the same with me

Good.

PostPosted: November 2nd, 2005, 11:49 pm
by Ceot
Drinks another beer and nods to you.

Poetry for the week.

PostPosted: January 11th, 2006, 1:51 am
by Ceot
And when we realize. Just what could have been and what really was. We look to tommorow and see nothing but cold emptyness. Our actions could have given us today. But to some today was an illusion to be spent and cast away. Am I the illusion of a heart that beats? AM I a fool as to not see this? To that I say, Wish you well. These tears were for you.

fear is a longing and a lonelyness. damn how it holds us to its breast as if a mother blessing better days. And to all the milk is still as sour and tainted. always so.

Falls to the courner and lays their. the little girl slowly fades into a dream of beeing just another rag doll in the shadows. danceing only in dreams.

My mistake as always.
Least I know this.

PostPosted: April 5th, 2006, 1:51 pm
by jayjedi
my heart, at the thought of this cries,
for she may no longer rise,
and tempt me with her sensuous eyes,

why, oh why, must it be this way?
that she may always live her days,
a figure laying by the wall
never dancing, always sighing, for life beyond the wall.