sometimes when you desire someone, it's the only thing you think of.
Sometimes, my dream world is where I'd rather be.
A tongue in cheek look at men and love
Chloe would want me to keep on keeping on, and just see where that leads me.
I've survived this far, maybe I'll keep going until my heart stops. Until then, I'll keep on keeping on, and my life will provide it's own rewards.
Um, A Poem About My Dad Who Died Of Cancer..R&R
a boy has fallen into the sea. will he survive?
Just something to think about...
A love story gone bad.
 Dreaming away inside your warmth, on a cold, wet morning, drenched in cool tranquility, a funeral procession in company of snow, upon my window gave a sudden blow...
 The Shadow, always flitting in the depths of my gaze, your lips upon me, make me forget...
 My prince of darkness... will you walk with me in the meadows where the Asphodel grows?
 My watercolored vision, flesh upon flesh, I sought feverishly...
It's just a poem, not a story.
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