| Warning: may contain doses of drama, pretty visuals for the eye, and cute fluff in poetic form. ^_~ |


Promise me.Come to mePromise me.
Ohh, sweet light of mine That glow that you leave behind me Radiant, so full of joy What would dare keep you out?
I'll break all shutters that hurt
Or smother you to nothing... No one in their right mind can harm you
Neither think of you as too bright
But there is more to you Then meets the eye Free my mind of its sorrows While your sparkle is still devine.
You posess a light that's so gentle Under strain, you're impossible to overtake But when I shut my eyes, its a different story As I rest, you stay beside me un


Dance for me?Entrancing.Dance for me?
That was the word which describe her movements best. Every cheeky grin and smile she gave sent his heart racing, the waves of her firey hair swaying in time to her dance. He wanted to run his fingers through the soft and silky strands, the faint scent of her purfume lingering on her pretty neck; vanilla and cherry blossoms. Her eyes were the colour of a rare wine, like two burgundy puddles he felt like he could lose himself with just once glance. Her slender curves filled out the one-shouldered dress she wore, its purple-blue shade contrasting well with her creamy pale skin.
"Mint?" He managed to utter,


PreyCold eyes glaze over at her victom Through the bangs of her long hair While he is asleep It makes him the perfect prey to her. Carefully, ever so quietly, she moves To his bedside. And looks him over with her blue orbs. She is astounded by his beauty. This well-built man had the lithe bodyPrey
Even the gods would envy. Silvery-white hair fell out of its ponytail Spilling down to the middle of his waist The shade looking like moonlight to her Oh, how she longs to touch it But her sentimentalism wares thin And she takes out her blade Kissing the cold su


Black and WhiteI can't see a thing in this dark It's almost like I have gone blind in one night The ringing in my ears is deafening Why can't it just stop? I want to see clouds in the sky Fluffy and white like cotten candy Hey, why do I hear music? I can feel the thump of the drums Under my feet The flowing tones of a guitar So powerful to hear And a grand piano I long to play music like them Whoa! Hey, there's a spotlight! Shining down on me Am I supposed to sing? How can I when I don't know the lyrics? Or do the lyrics to the song know me? They do.Black and White
| Warning: may contain doses of drama, pretty visuals for the eye, and cute fluff in poetic form. ^_~ |


PreciousAh, Precious Precious strings Precious wood How have I lived, without thee? You're so soft pliant and sweet beneath mine hands PreciousPrecious
Each note, Precious comes out like the sun in the morning the moon over the mountains Precious what would I do without thee?
I am turning quite poetic, Precious when I talk about thee my love my Precious Thy strings Thy wood Thy sounds Thy very mind So Precious, Precious.


NightDark and fulfilling Full of shadows yet thrilling Never scary yet so full of darkness who can help but be scared?Night
You don't know what exactly it's depths hide who's watching you until the sun starts to rise you never know what eyes scour you in your sleep what horrors they keep
What can you do? Carry a flashlight that's batteries threaten to die? Or embrace the night love what it holds love that it keeps you safe and warm love that it hides what you'd rather not see
Love it for what it IS not what


FlowerBeauty is something that a flower holds for but a few days before it's precious petals foldFlower
Flowers are immortal they grow again and again for you think that when they're dead they won't ever appear again
Yet they bloom so suddenly it's such a surprise that when you look outside it's like seeing the sunrise
Such beauty it holds likes it's never ending like it'll always be there like it'll always be listening
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Stalker is such a harsh word, I prefer to think of myself mearly as an observer.
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"It's better to burn than fade away."
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And soar high above in the starlit sky
With love and beauty as my weapons
Take my hand, and I'll teach you how to fly.
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Even the most beautiful poetic gems can get lost in a sea of words.
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" I am the emperor, and I want dumplings."- Emperor Ferdinand Habsburg.
SQWAH!!!!!!!!!!
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And soar high above in the starlit sky
With love and beauty as my weapons
Take my hand, and I'll teach you how to fly.
--
Even the most beautiful poetic gems can get lost in a sea of words.
--
" I am the emperor, and I want dumplings."- Emperor Ferdinand Habsburg.
SQWAH!!!!!!!!!!
--
And soar high above in the starlit sky
With love and beauty as my weapons
Take my hand, and I'll teach you how to fly.
--
Even the most beautiful poetic gems can get lost in a sea of words.
--
" I am the emperor, and I want dumplings."- Emperor Ferdinand Habsburg.
SQWAH!!!!!!!!!!
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