The word pain is quite familiar to me.
The word is a dear friend of mine.
It has a habit of covering my eyes.
Has the awful tendency of spouting lies.
But I don’t want it to be this way!
Fly whilst you can, away from the turmoil and hurt.
Your hand is what I reach for.
Your love is all I need.
I tremble for what is to come.
I embrace all that comes our way.
You are the only one for me.
My dearest, I cannot last forever, but only in a memory.
- by NightingaleSong |
- Non Fiction
- | Submitted on 07/25/2010 |
- Title: Phantasmagoria
- Artist: NightingaleSong
Torn between family and whether or not they belong to such a thing. Hitting heads against walls over the decisions that may make or break the life dreamed of. Aching for a love lost within time and lost within the dream itself of ever being found.
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- Date: 07/25/2010
- Tags: phantasmagoria victorian romance odessa devry
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