| Wacky Tacky |
[Jul. 6th, 2005|09:08 pm] |
Infinite greed in a career path, I lost the inspirational instinct of my own--the very part was appreciated dearly by you. Suger-coat me, the invaluable experience and content as a woman in her full bloom. Something missing, rarely recongnized by an occupied head, but atone me with sea food and white wine, so cold that shuts up the summer swelter. "Enjoy life before it's too late." They enhanced the worldy theory.
Here, right here with me, together dwelling upon intriguing times we spent all last summer. Did I give you too much guilt to shoulder? I love you, though you are not the one.
How funny that life turned this way? I am not startled--I only shiver, on an easy Saturday morning. Not bad at all, my sweetest boy, it'd been wisely put by the magic hands of God, and I have got your blessing for a future with the Sir Right and happily ever after. So Cliche, your words, you downed me deep deep into the soil of your planet, huh, the woman stepped on Mars. Legendary, grand and immortal. Allow me, you, to admit certain awakeness inside my vulnerable self, inside, you hear me good, I am so hard to grind but so soft to swallow...
Familiar feelings aloft high, don't you dare to forget. |
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