DescriptionI want to live in the sun and the shadows.
I will drink cola out of a shotglass
Spirits out of a wine glass
And wine out of a tumbler.
Because I can.
Just YouI want to dance underneath the stars And take pictures of fallen angels.Just You
I want to live an interesting life. A life that is both more and less than the average existance.
If I had the money I would run away.
I would kiss your lips and run my fingers through your hair and grab your hand and take you with me.
But no matter where or when or how I am I want you there with me.
I want to dance to the rhythm of your heart beat. I want to hear our voices intertwine in a twisted horrible melody. We both know ne
..and she dances..and she dances...and she dances
She dances to a melody that no one else hears, to a rhythm that no one else
feels pulsing through their body at 4 am in the morning.
She hears it...
..and she dances.
She sees you leaning against the wall, one arm outstretched to maintain balance. A slight tilt, those dark, dark jeans fit perfectly onto beautiful hips.
And she feels it...
...thrumming through her veins.
But there is silence all around her. She stalks toward you and you open your eyes to watch her. She wonders what you think. She always wonders what y
The Coffee CupThe coffee cup sends warm sensations through the tips of my fingers. I wonder if a coffee cup ever had a secret.The Coffee Cup
Do people whisper things to their coffee in the early hours of the day? A coffee cup can never sunder a secret or tell a forbidden tale.
I do not trust other people, but I do trust my sweet, golden coffee cup. Each morning it prepares and fulfills me in a way no man, woman or child will ever do.
And yes, I whisper things to my sweet, sophisticated, devious little coffee cup.
It will never tell my secrets. It will never be
My WorldYou can think whatever you like it doesn't make it true in my world. The place where the sun can shine for days or moments, where rain clouds burst from nowhere.My World
The colours are different where I'm from. The days are shorter and the nights
are brighter, where hours become mere seconds and confusion reigns.
Where meaningless conversations take on unknown importance. Where I just want to dance with you in a parking lot underneath
the stars.
But you don't live in my world, and I
do not live in yours. For all that I know w
AITShe promised him it wouldn’t last long But she wasn’t right yet; it wasn’t right yet She left him alone and fumbling for some tangibleAIT
Explanation to why she had to go. I didn’t have choice.
The wrong people seemed to fall in with her like a magnet. 20 miles away, or maybe even a thousand. She called and left messages to ease his fears. So he would know she was alive, and still, not to love her. I didn’t have a choice.
She spilled some red wine on a guest of his one night. She was beaten and stomped to the point she pleaded and cried
For her daddy to stop!
Dress up Cloud
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Amadeus
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This is your world.
These are your people.
You can live for yourself today,
or help build tomorrow for everyone.
But now less than orange.
Or perhaps more than orange.
..guess it depends on how you look at it.
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