Too sureI've been feeling lonely, I guess that you have too, And you've been wanting something So you're planning what to do To get me where you want me, Like playing out a game: Targets set, the sight is locked, Your feelings are the same As the last you were aiming For the thing you thought you'd want. But really I don't think it matters, for you it's in the hunt. And then of course the prize is yours, Or that's the way you wish, 'Cause victory is much too sweet A taste for you to miss. And so I still feel lonely Though you're making all your movesToo sure
A dreamI dreamt that i would dream of you. I hoped that you would come to me when i was sleeping, lying still and you would step before my eyes to tell me things you could not say if i was not in charge of you. And i'd control your voice, your moves, dictate the way you'd tell me how you're thinking of me every day and how she doesn't mean to you the world of things you'd say I do. But more than this i long to touch, my body aches for your embrace, to know your heart is next to mine so close that they could synchronise. And we could stand like we were one, &nbsA dream
morningI can't believe the luck Ive had to spend my night so close to you to be denied it for so long has made me need it that much moremorning
so morning's come but we're still here and will be staying here a while our bodies slumping in the warmth so close but boundaries hold us back
at least i hope that's what it is that stops you putting hand to skin for me its fear from ignorance of how you really feel for me.
but i was never one to stop, my heart will always rule my head so gently i put out my hand and let it wrap around your chest. &n
Blessed DreamsBlessed dreams of swirling fog weight my thoughts, And turn my mind to the beauty of a darker night. In a silent glen where I once danced intoxicated, With light lithe steps within a magic mushroom ring. I remember the gossamer music of the laurel trees, Could be seen playing with the flippant flowers, Who would spout nonsensical rhymes and giggle, and then whisper silly secrets only flowers know. That night I asked the mist to teach the names, Of tiny ancient sprites hiding in the shadows. Near the waters edge and so very far beyond The simple confines of my childish head.Blessed Dreams
SpyglassClever little spyglass, let your gaze remove me far.Spyglass
Today, I'll climb a mountaintop
or race a shooting star.
There's pyramids we must explore
and tombs of dusty fear. Lead me to adventure and leave reality here.
I'd like to see the distant lands, Cambodia or Spain, the tip of California, and the very peak of Maine.
Through your eyes the world is laid before my very feet. There's pirate ships to loot and raid, Kings and Queens to meet.
For the payment of a quarter's worth, the world belongs to me. Clever l
I was a princess once...I was a princess once In a world full of stars Glittering and shimmering just like my smile Now I only have the tears I cry All other sparkles have vanished from my eyes The stars in the sky are fading Moving further and further out of my reach All around me people wish upon a shooting star I search to find hope in this empty heart of mine No star moves across the sky for me No wish of mine can be fulfilled Drifting, moving in circles, cycles One day up, the next day down Shifting, changing, never a constant Night time is my solitude Quiet, empty, vacantI was a princess once...
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I saw your scanned Pictuare from Demon Diary and thought, I'll look, if there are some FAs for it on your account. Then I saw the Pictuare in your Information box. How where you able to get it there? ^^
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That's true... I'll remember this from now on, when I draw ^^
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Nifty.
I write like this sometimes (or the few I've read) and it's great to know someone else does too
Ignore those friends that take the piss... your feelings are your own, and no one else should be allowed to make you feel ashamed to feel (say she who only writes in a secret book next to her bed
Peace out sweety...
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