Sunday, May 20, 2007
2 days before 8-6-04
the white stripes on pink of black
that seems to insulate your heart from me
Every fleeting minute, my mind posess
it wonders to your name, your face
wanders to your lips, your smile, your dimples
it replays your laughter as you recall a memory
the way your hair rests on your shoulders
They say that the forbidden fruit tastes the sweetest
but i know it also has the shortest effect
for now i long for its bitterness
for i know that bitterness lasts longer than sweetness
and that i have tested sweetness for far too long
and that sweetness has no real value without bittery
the muse whispered @
2:36 PM
His Soul
22
Male
The Soul
This is the 3rd volume of my poetry. The other 2 being lost in the world. The second one I think is with this girl named rabia(itz the shorter version, i dunno the longer one), though I think I'll never get it back.
These are poems i wrote for the wind
But before, they were for people
But they always got stuck under my skin
And never have they been unfurled
His Body
His mind and body
archives
April 2007
May 2007
February 2008
credits
Designer:
pinkuyuki
Editor:
pinkuyuki*
Image:
deviantart
Heart In Sync
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