This plain old room
2010 |
This plain old room paint peels a little, neat soon to be paradise
A crescent moon in the silent dark
Her black hair shimmers down her back Her eyes blue as mine
No straight thing was ever made
A crooked pain in his chest charisma of the intellect every choice a loss, a gain
Once you go feral you aren’t coming back
Smiles mask anger, laughter bitterness a weightlessness in paradise pleasure and grace
Many lovers, little love
Somewhat intense makeup in the morning she’d feel naked without it
Masks guard but they don’t protect
-February 8, 2010-
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on February 16th, 2010 at 10:13 PM
i actually enjoyed reading this cant wait for more !!! lol