MOVING!!!
Bye, and thanks so much for everything on this account!
~Miriel-Estel
ClementineHer mornings are paleClementine
Her excuse for sorrow in her eyes. Dew drops cling to her lashes In a vain attempt of yesterday.
Heaven is a lie to her as she remains unloved with no companion
in times of need and
emotional disruptance.
Clouds pink are so
opposite of her truth yet so much of her longing a distant Valentine of silk sheets and an unslept bed.
Who would touch her With her grief ridden
arms of sorrow, weatish creature of the night with a weak wish to be loved.
What does she know of love? &
Who?A cough once unheard Is a cough repeated To define its existence, for she means no harm andWho?
fears the misunderstood.
Her hands are like brittle cartilliage, a weave of rusty viens which hold so tenderly all that she touches.
Harm her and she will break Cease to exist die with shame and utter horror So touch her not She is pure.
She is white, she is innocent for through wise, tiny eyes she sees the world as it is and never understands the unecessary.
Maiden of pureness, Maiden of solitude she is l
Nothing else, nothing moreI speak in jest yet mean none what you have accepted is something I never said yet soemthing you understood.Nothing else, nothing more
Beautiful is what we exchanged a fraction of a second
when we were one in mind and you knew my thoughts.
What shall we call our bonding? I say not that it is a deep love formed in rusting cellars placed in old ages that already died.
I say not that we are meant for each other. I say that we are in love and lust and nothing more.
In love and lust is to be
away from all evil create evil of our own &nbs
FruitDefine my existence, my unending devotion to that which is only a dream to that which will never be mine To that which is placed deliberately out of reachFruit
Keep me enclosed in a box as the searchlight of the one above passes me unnoticed as I envy those who have been sought and watch them caressed by the guides of the creator
I welcome any acceptance a greed for something rare and when you give it to me, little as it may be he snatches it away
For it was not mine to have
Cure me then kill me for a moment of divinity
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Morning fresh welcomes me
like sharp feathers of the wind
Mundane it is, yet so surreal.
I forget it soon.
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Don't fear darkness... embrace it
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rAWR!!! D:<
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Morning fresh welcomes me
like sharp feathers of the wind
Mundane it is, yet so surreal.
I forget it soon.
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Morning fresh welcomes me
like sharp feathers of the wind
Mundane it is, yet so surreal.
I forget it soon.
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Morning fresh welcomes me
like sharp feathers of the wind
Mundane it is, yet so surreal.
I forget it soon.
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