19 December 2007

Decorously Draconian...

I saw her standing there. The colours of her hair. She knows I can't resist, the pose in her lips. I didn't try to run from it, the temptation as it stared me down. The lonely heart, I hear freely now. I always wanted it, as it wears me down. I want it. Heaven can wait for me now, with an open gate, she watches me, floating, like flowers on the shore. No words coming from her lips, am I crazy?



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