Tue 27 Dec 2005
“Uncouth and lined with gold, a heart with many aches. Inseams from left to right bringing along fevering blight. Threaded with strands of silver encased in a thrice prison. Murmur here, a quiver there, no voice exists, O but bliss. Perchance some air or certe perhaps glinted signs of light. Choking and gasping, no one knows and no one cares. Signs of desperation are not noticed as the tears run dry. Thoughts are for one lover, considerations are for two.”
As lovers, you take each other in sweet embrace knowing that your love is undying and appreciated mutually. As you both engorge in a fanatic lovers twine, some realize all there that exists is love. One may question compatibility whilsts the other is captivated as they dream of dreams. All lovers fret but at times, you realize you both are not meant for one another. Love that person to only see them gone. If you hold on, both of you will be like rocks under a river bed weathering together but perchance, one rock will weather a saturated hue as both will not grey in unison. With that knowledge, the only reason one person has not been washed to shore is self-pity for the others happiness. Such a sacrifice but who will think of you whilsts you are too busy anticipating for an unjust cause? Ignorance is bliss for loving someone who loves you for pity sakes. Such gyse you have brought forth whilsts playing an advocate for Louie. Your heart learns to love and shall love for merit. Tortured by your own devices, you find solas in blank books for you have written none.
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