Its 4am..
A broken future haunts me.
Paper dreams.
Torn and burnt.
Crumpled up and thrown away.
Cast down for some new bit of pleasure.
You were so beautiful.
Emerald eyes.
Soft skin so pale and smooth.
And now its hard.
A warm heart replaced.
Cold.
I miss you.
So empty.
What remains of me is twisted.
Your still inside.
We once had a union....
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I think the Truth would get me hot as well, but I doubt its existance. Anyone who is honest is in too much pain to relate to the world anyway. (Case in point: me).
Seems like we may have some things in common. If you ever want to talk, I promise never to hand you any bullshit.
Take care.
Edited to say:
I went to your website and read some of your work. The one that struck me the hardest (so far) was The Fake Angel. Jeez, we DO have a lot in common!
Here's a *hug* for you. Sigh...
[Edited on Jan 10, 2004 2:28PM]
[Edited on Jan 10, 2004 2:38PM]