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Cwtchy person
I can feel your breath on my neck
Just like before
I can feel the pressure of your lips
Just below my ear
And hear your chuckle
Tickling deep down inside.How long has it been?
It seems like forever
But I can still hear your voice
Affectionately teasing
And I can still feel the way you held me
Rib breaking tight
Your mind a shining beacon
In an otherwise dull world.Nobody understands
Nobody really cares
But I do
I always did and I always will
You are the tear that hangs inside my soul
Forever.Thank you to Jeff Buckley for one of the most beautiful lines ever written
Psychosomatic
with blinded eye
I behold divine truth
unfurled in the darkest heart
that weaves subtle sweet sindrawn as a moth to the flame
losing my soul to the tempest
enlightenment achieved by
self destructionmy baptism of fire
erasing my essence
taking away my identity
a hollow shell left in its wakeHello you^ a tidy little piece..but so much sorrow. You need one of these
to know of joy you
must first know of pain most cruel
that is man’s karma@Forget Me Not wrote:
to know of joy you
must first know of pain most cruel
that is man’s karmaVery true FMN..very true! Now cheer up and sing us a song.. :P
how do we measure
the essence of joy?
Is it by the pleasure
we experience
or the moments we enjoy?how do we know
of love’s sweet bliss?
is it an facade we show
or is it found in a kiss?how many other queries
I have yet to ask?
I could write a whole series
but I’ll make that one
my lastpuppeteer
my feet are bound
and my hands are tied
to you I’m just dead weight
with nothing left insidethe garrotte around my throat
tightens, and steals my emotion
forced to dance to your own song
giving you undeserved devotionDeath of the mind
and the rot of a heart
forced to serve your every whim
until your strings pull me apartbloody cheerful soul and i prefer korma :lol:
you saying im a little prick (and i asked Esme i know what the rest of ya think ty)
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