Hindsight: 2.4.5.10.10.4Your tongue Wrapped around the consonants And vowels of my name And, to my ear, it was silk and audibly DivineHindsight: 2.4.5.10.10.4
Oh, how I yearn to feel your skin on mine To feel the same
Brief encounters They slipped from me Like sand through careless fingers
The years, they have died only to be reborn anew
But my feelings are endless and still remain for you And eve
AgnosticDear..?Agnostic
I don't normally do things like this
To write a letter, never to be read But, here I am, writing it regardless Rather than just leaving it all in my head I have questions I need to ask you Explanations which need to be told And answers you need to finally give That is, if I'm not being too bold? I'm not really expecting you to reply
After all, that's not exactly your style? And I'll admit, in my younger years I found your silence deafening for a while But time has eroded and passed me by Just like I'd been warned that it would Now I find
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The whistle makes me their god. –Dean
^_^
'm back again
Just realised I had uploaded on the net already (but not on DA, i think it's not worthy enough for that
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"It's creeping up slowly, that last fatal hour.."
Thanks for watching me
You're from TRA, right? ^_^
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"It's creeping up slowly, that last fatal hour.."
I will! After Sam and Gene he's my favourite character, so I will draw him one day
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"It's creeping up slowly, that last fatal hour.."
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