Sunday, November 28, 2004
*wonders*
Wat made me do this?
lol
-Blogged at 11/28/2004 10:23:00 PM
Under the moon, I became a chrysalis,
kissed upon a glass sea of love
Your rhythm is like a wave,
embraced by the words of its song
-live- to feel me,
my past, disappears on the water's surface
Everything I believed in,
I found with you, so...
You're wings on my heart,
this wish, a distant dream that melts in a desolate isle
Nothing else,
just with you in a drifting country, b
luebird please lead me...Toward the small sky that weeps
The transparent rain,
the warmth of a drying hands, is nothing to be afraid of right?
Scattering clouds,
a voice left unheard, painfully screams, "I'm right here!"
-lips- to feel you, my spell, comes to it's fruition
In the final morning, like ash, I will disappear, but even so...
You're wings on my heart,
this feeling, a distant dream that sways between the waves
Unchanging, just you to a loving country,
bluebird please lead me...Toward the small rainbow that weeps
Bathing in amber-colored drops,
the sorrowful knot has unravelled
-Blogged at 11/28/2004 10:22:00 PM
The intense darkness is the beautiful sleeping butterfly.
Do you even know you're in the deep blue sky?
The fragile world is like building blocks;
It wants to fly away.
For the one who had only one wish
And loved it...
The dice were thrown.
"Paradise" rises from the future.
You and I unite in the far away dream,
And we'll get across this blood red river.
If I can return all of your tears back to the sea,
Will the sins and pain be forgotten too?
Warmth was given to a lonely wing
By that precious kiss.
For the one who had only one promise,
And kept it...
A flower embraces a cross with uncertainty.
With that, bloomed a fickle angel.
If, someday, love that's far away is found,
Then paradise will be given to you.
In search of true light,We live innocently.
For the only one who now believed,
And love it...
The dice were thrown.
"Paradise" rises from the future.
You and I unite in the far away dream,
And we'll get across this blood red river.
A flower embraces a cross with uncertainty.
With that bloomed a fickle angel.
If, someday, love that's far away is found,
Then paradise will be given to you.
-Blogged at 11/28/2004 10:20:00 PM
Friday, November 26, 2004
mayb i have found her!
....
mayb nt...
-Blogged at 11/26/2004 11:09:00 PM
"She holds me when I start to cry, makes me smile with just her eyes. She shares my hopes, dreams, fears and wipes away all my tears. I love her without regret, I just haven't found her yet..." "I wont be hurt again.."
-Blogged at 11/26/2004 11:07:00 PM
