A young girl growing upChildren are the light of life.They are the divine angelson their crusade of innocentstoddling through our worldwho is sick by bungled lunatic.she was still innocent as a little childThe darkness of the world's insanityis trying to smash through the child's pureness.Destroying the dreams of hope.Now they are like shattered dreamsshe was still innocent as a little childThe darkness around the little girlis focing her to grow up.To loose her childlike eyes on the world.Loosing her innocents, it is likean angel's lost of it's wings.she was still innocent as a little childEven when she was cast outkicked out li
You ask meYou ask me what?What kind of love doesn't beat in my tired up heart?That suspended feeling flooding through my sacred blood.The sensation of happiness, desire and lustcrawls through my little tender soul.You ask me when?When haven't i dreamed of such flawless person like you?I have lied beside mannish boys and effeminate girls,but I have never had this revelation of this open dream.The dream i had never thought would ever come true.You ask me where?Where does my heart belong to?Yes that is one hell of a good questing.Just listen and you will hear my delicate sweetish heart's rhythm beating behind your chest of weav
Love is sometimes like a snakeYou can compare love with a snake.Normally a snake has only one prey,who can satisfied its hunger.but sometimes it got two.The snake can not choice and it becomes hungryThe frustration, confusion and hunger makes ittwist and biting its own tail.It starts to eatwhile the hunger grows larger.The pain and suffering from its own tailmakes its biting even harder.the snake starts to destroy itselfuntil nothing is left of it.
Lying here all alone.Lying here all alonein my double bedunder my duvet for two.It is hard to not imagineyou lying here beside me.Hear your sedating breathlike a motherly lullaby.Feeling your carefully touchat my sensitive skinMy skin is calling for intension.My heart is needing it's right place.My body hungers created by lust of desire for youMy soul cries out for you my dearBut even that every part of me wants youI can lice on the eternal memory of youuntil next time we meet again.And i can assure youthat i wont stop looking for youuntil you take me in your arms again
by ~kepalakardus
Sta.sh
