TiredI got a new laptop. yay! HP dv8000 series. w00t. It's supa sweeet.
I had a poem but I lost it somehow. I can't remember for the life of me what the file name is called. Crap. Don't worry, I'll find it soon!
I smiled backI used to see you in my dreams, Laughing at my mistakes, Touching my hands and saying it's ok, Everyone fucks up once in a while, And you smiled.I smiled back
I smiled back.
That was years ago.
I come home everyday, A darkened soundless place, Dusty memories sit on my shelves, Next to preserved thoughts and faded tesoro's, Each one a painful tear in my heart.
I sit alone by the phone, Waiting for your call, As I do every night. But the time passes by, And nothing pierces the silence, Except my sigh and cries; You still ha
It's only a dreamI don't recall exactly what we talked about as I drove away from the party. Sometimes, if I reach deep enough, I can remember bits and pieces of our conversation; her angry tone, laced with tears, her face contorted with malice and anguish. I mainly sat in silence, my concentration focused on the road ahead and the pelting rain I struggled to see through.It's only a dream
We reached my house and I coasted into the driveway and shifted into park and killed the engine. I glanced over at her, and saw that her eyes were starting to glitter. I opened the door and slammed it, in hopes to bring her to, and went around to her side and opened her door. Sh
Dance with DeathI carefully closed the door behind me and peer around. I had received a strange letter three days ago, asking me to come to this place; that an old friend was waiting for me... and my decision. Puzzled, I wasn't sure whether to come or disregard it as a joke. But something compelled me to come... so here I am, in a desolate ballroom. The place, though old, is in seemingly good shape, with everything covered in fine layers of dust, except for the floor, which gleamed with the high shine of freshly varnished floors. In the back of the room in a dark left corner, a piano glistens, the black lacquer smooth as untroubled waters, as if oDance with Death
My Angel deserved to DieI sat there,My Angel deserved to Die
Watching her every graceful move, As she floated across the room, And glided into a chair, Smooth like silk.
Her ebony waves were threaded with gold, Framing her pallid skin, Which surrounded the dark colored windows, That once you peered inside, You could find all the joys, And melt away your fears,
She could do nothing wrong, Not in my eyes, She was everything she should be, Good and pure, Sweet and innocent. Just like an angel...
She was an angel, My angel, The one who looked down upon me, &nb
Kisses Don't LieCopyright 2006, 2007 by LadyLincolnKisses Don't Lie
She swept into the dimly lit Diner and all eyes were quickly turned towards her – a moment later, she was accompanied by a rather striking gentleman who silently opened the door behind her. Those around them immediately knew that there was something striking about them – but no one could quite put their finger on it…they both walked over to a corner booth together, desperately trying to avoid everyone else’s faces as they sat down, and reached for each other’s hands under the table. I wonder if he kn
Watching
Hanging AroundOf Midnight's RequiemFrequent as Dawn, it comes with it's Midnight Song, and drowns your sorrows so deeply away...Of Midnight's Requiem
The icey fingers from aging times... holds you frozen in a glacial state. As speed of the holy shine laughs in your face; you know this will slowly be a sharp, dark fate.
You have not a being whom which to speak, finding mercy only in the deepest of sleep. No! You cannot dream, missery has awaited you far too long! You only wish to once more, feel your beloved, Midnight song...
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