x eNiGmA kiD x
Bluelighter
Pessimist soul crosses the sands, a journey full of aguished turns
without a compass, directions, or a partner to camoflash the hance
a past that has been there all along stimulates me for the moment, I reminiscence back to nights
of forbidden touches, silent whispers, interwined bodies dancing to the candle lit glare
thick passionist mist and scented air.
Pessimist drifter dreaming of a beautiful day where I'll be happy again
depressed yet sketching illusions on my minds eye, noted beauty burried beneath rags and hidden
behind a computer screen, messing with DSL, AOL and little spider cams
yet, something steals my calm and nothing sooths the need inside.
Lyrical pessimist, singing songs of hope with out a sound, a mind full of tears
missing the gentle touch of a once known girl, yearning the understanding, her natural fragrance, her realness. reminiscenceing of that once trusted love, of her beauty, wondering
where has the breeze to my desert skies gone.
Feminine pessimist, full of romance, passion, open mindedness
traditional values and details, voided at the heart, numbed at the ears and eyes
and few words crawl out of my mouth, as loniness yields to time
[ 06 September 2002: Message edited by: x eNiGmA kiD x ]
without a compass, directions, or a partner to camoflash the hance
a past that has been there all along stimulates me for the moment, I reminiscence back to nights
of forbidden touches, silent whispers, interwined bodies dancing to the candle lit glare
thick passionist mist and scented air.
Pessimist drifter dreaming of a beautiful day where I'll be happy again
depressed yet sketching illusions on my minds eye, noted beauty burried beneath rags and hidden
behind a computer screen, messing with DSL, AOL and little spider cams
yet, something steals my calm and nothing sooths the need inside.
Lyrical pessimist, singing songs of hope with out a sound, a mind full of tears
missing the gentle touch of a once known girl, yearning the understanding, her natural fragrance, her realness. reminiscenceing of that once trusted love, of her beauty, wondering
where has the breeze to my desert skies gone.
Feminine pessimist, full of romance, passion, open mindedness
traditional values and details, voided at the heart, numbed at the ears and eyes
and few words crawl out of my mouth, as loniness yields to time
[ 06 September 2002: Message edited by: x eNiGmA kiD x ]
