She has a certain grace about her. Yes, her blue eyes are the depths of the oceans and I suffocate, drowning in my inability to be with her. All of our bridges have been burned, and yet we are not stranded. With a skin so fair as could only be described as heavenly, a new form appears. She smiles and an Cupid's arrow has pierced my heart yet again. The shadow takes her away. My soul weakens for I know that when I wake in the morning, I will not see her face.
Sunday, August 24, 2008
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