wizardI searched for you in m y boyfriends arms long to be that little girlwizard
you failed to see I cried for th love
I lost in you the father I youll never be I lost my stance as evil once again changes its very form Hate grows in a world of gawkers and eyes were made to look men arent to be trusted as I look down on a future where ideas and dreams
are washed with reality with life comes a dull point.
twoMilky skin and black lines brown eyes and rough hands i bury my face in your chest and you breath in my hair i search to cry and you soothtwo
the round of my face
the Bus StopTrees Creek Monsters in the wind the sign lit "I pin lanes" and your face a child, scarce and small traces of a man the smell of sour milk and vile cling to the the air like magnets shame and cold air stain my face red and I realize now how little we really new.the Bus Stop
SalamandarYour innocenceSalamandar
is the color of every pink sunset I see you bigger then needle tips no time for overallas
and stretched sweaters And I dream you to be sandy blonde curls and eyes that hold colors of the earth in my arms holding you, (dont cry) torn from the comforting warmth of ticking clocks and I looked for you for a while thinking I felt you inside and saw you in everything new I feel the scar you left behind imprints of childish laughter was it you?
words.
Longing
--
...i can dim the lights and sing you songs filled with sad things, we can do the tango just for two. i can serenade and gently play apoun your heart strings, be your valentino just for you...
--
Bob Carlos Clarke said of his wife Lindsey once "It takes a strong woman to be with a man that is obsessed with photographing the woman at the next table...."
Darklight Photography [link] Dance [link]
--
--
I am one hot-ass bitch!
Previous Page123Next Page