Friday, April 30, 2010
"Even in death, your heart is pure. I've sensed that about you. And that would be a curse."
Labels:
Scattering Words
Friday, April 23, 2010
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
Monday, April 19, 2010
I Would Take My Leave
I would take my leave
of all the waiting
and expectation
and hovering
and thou
firmly
I would disappear
little by little
bit by bit
which thou wouldn't peceive
and get hurt
of all the waiting
and expectation
and hovering
and thou
firmly
I would disappear
little by little
bit by bit
which thou wouldn't peceive
and get hurt
Labels:
Poems-- Love Story
Wednesday, April 14, 2010
Thursday, April 8, 2010
Every time I manage to be kind and virtuous, the world would just disappoint me.
Labels:
Scattering Words
Thursday, April 1, 2010
Never try to track me; you should know that I am both a good tracker and counter-tracker.
Labels:
Scattering Words
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