RainHow many angels can exhaust themselves dancing on pins and needles while you stitch hours away? How many geese can you ignore while they shit gold eggs for you? How long can angels dance, distract you in the rain before they tell you to find a home inside? How many raindrops will fall, shimmering gold, from lamps on a lighted path while you watch? How many tears will fall from her chin for you before the rain stops? How many angels can drown in one golden, teary drop if they're exhausted from dancing? And how long will it be before you tell her not to love you?Rain
The WandererI wish I could draw my soul, so you could see how I really am inside. How twisted and torn my thoughts remain - an endless struggle to find myself, to know myself, as much as IThe Wanderer
refuse to show you - can not show this shadowed side of me. I will keep telling myself that I am a stone - unmoving and unfeeling and unwilling to reveal the very core of my existence, to make sure no one can use it against me. I am hollow. A dying, weeping willow - without a heart to break or tears to cry or a voice to scream my sorrow, sing the songs, tell bit
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Once upon a time is now.
As we're getting closer to May, I've started getting the urge to begin whistling Christmas songs ^-^
Oh you better watch out...
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