frostyangel
Bluelighter
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There is this person that curves the life of a flower
that stands strong and proud...but most cases flowers
sometimes may pass us by..love, life, movement, time..it can
take on a simular span to creations we never stop to meet.
A memory of the times that leaded her to the left and to the
right; around in many circles. Whirl winds you brought to
reverse the title of an emotion. That was the moving sound
that widely culivated the echos of her aching heart, which
goes along with the bleeding drops of the tears, I'm bringing
this to your attention....
since they existed because of you
As there is wrinkles in time, there is a petal for every
moment that you had to share with the flame of a destination
that leads you anywhere but here.
And each time he scorned the thorn that
built into the sides of your skin was created from the
bitterness that he had melted into your unhappiness.
Awwwww..do you feel the scent the tingles your nose,
it is the sweet and kind smell of a woman that can
bring you to your knees... and one day when you are
alone, you'll remember it even though it is gone.
Being the thoughts he'll ever know. How strong yet
fragile you become when the sun goes down and the nite
becomes cold.. so dark that he can't see it when he
wounds you....
what is this emotion that you want to feel, but you
don't know where to deal and you don't want to break
something that could be the most important memory in
the destiny of your life.. but there is always time
to wait...
And in this extraordinary moment in time.. I was empty for words.
Lost without a feeling that would settle unlimited time wounds.
A now today, I don't believe in anything that is less than a
dream.... and I want to lie in a field among a thousand other
beautiful flowers, and not give a damn to your taunting ways.
Where the air will blow through me, making me feel more real
than I ever will.. But as for tonite you have plucked me from
my nature...
And here in front of me...
There was this box that was given to me; it was something
that you set in stone, for my heart to be held.
You closed it.
I opened it.
A minimized red crystal heart...
And what I was left to deal with inside the
box held something I would never get back..
I might have the heart that was within..but
you emptied out the contents..of a good emotion..
[ 15 March 2003: Message edited by: frostyangel ]
There is this person that curves the life of a flower
that stands strong and proud...but most cases flowers
sometimes may pass us by..love, life, movement, time..it can
take on a simular span to creations we never stop to meet.
A memory of the times that leaded her to the left and to the
right; around in many circles. Whirl winds you brought to
reverse the title of an emotion. That was the moving sound
that widely culivated the echos of her aching heart, which
goes along with the bleeding drops of the tears, I'm bringing
this to your attention....
since they existed because of you
As there is wrinkles in time, there is a petal for every
moment that you had to share with the flame of a destination
that leads you anywhere but here.
And each time he scorned the thorn that
built into the sides of your skin was created from the
bitterness that he had melted into your unhappiness.
Awwwww..do you feel the scent the tingles your nose,
it is the sweet and kind smell of a woman that can
bring you to your knees... and one day when you are
alone, you'll remember it even though it is gone.
Being the thoughts he'll ever know. How strong yet
fragile you become when the sun goes down and the nite
becomes cold.. so dark that he can't see it when he
wounds you....
what is this emotion that you want to feel, but you
don't know where to deal and you don't want to break
something that could be the most important memory in
the destiny of your life.. but there is always time
to wait...
And in this extraordinary moment in time.. I was empty for words.
Lost without a feeling that would settle unlimited time wounds.
A now today, I don't believe in anything that is less than a
dream.... and I want to lie in a field among a thousand other
beautiful flowers, and not give a damn to your taunting ways.
Where the air will blow through me, making me feel more real
than I ever will.. But as for tonite you have plucked me from
my nature...
And here in front of me...
There was this box that was given to me; it was something
that you set in stone, for my heart to be held.
You closed it.
I opened it.
A minimized red crystal heart...
And what I was left to deal with inside the
box held something I would never get back..
I might have the heart that was within..but
you emptied out the contents..of a good emotion..
[ 15 March 2003: Message edited by: frostyangel ]
