Bane
11-29-01, 09:50AM
Sitting in what I thought was the relative safety of my mind a gem glows a brilliant shade as I conjure thoughts of you. I daydream of the accusing tone of your voice and the telling curves of your body. The softness of your lips and the brash uncontrolled tempest of your anger. The thought of your love so pure and hate so true. A man staggers somewhere starving and lost through the landscape of my hearts only calling and pleads with you for the nourishment of your loving. "Why can it not be given?" I ask myself, searching your eyes for the answer. Within their beauty a ship sets sail, christened with the name "Angels Love" it travels for distant shores and far away dreams, only to be lost at sea, destroyed by the leviathan of another's fury. I climb from the depths of my psyche and look into the mirror, only to see the one who can never again be with you... And I mourn my loss.
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Umm.. testing?
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Umm.. testing?