Bind me Chain me Plant me to this enriched Soil Hold me Grasp me Intill my face turns purple And my skin in torn. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Like a hourglass the sands of our exstince is many yet it dissapers too quickly ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Ash ridden skin atop my own the bodies piled higher like a royal throne
You laugh nonchanlantly I grasp your hand you whisper on my ear I nod,and understand
You diddnt leave me No, on no Not true Although now I remain by this soild oak awaiting you
miko24 · Mon Dec 19, 2005 @ 04:27am · 1 Comments |