A gentle breeze that brushes against your skin softly like a whisper on the wind you can hear it in your heart pulling you closer drawing you nearer to it seducing you with its sweet words and intoxicating touch but what happens when it all becomes to much when you give in and plung into this inviting darkness taking a leap of faith only to find that it was a foolish act of lust what happens then? Standing in the dark alone now abandoned by what you lept for so foolishly what thoughts run through your lonely mind I know what I am thinking "Damn and he could have been mine."
 Noxious Divinity · Fri Nov 28, 2008 @ 09:46am · 1 Comments |
