Darling,
ever be the lover that you long for,
doing as you would the other do.
each day each second i still love you,
seeding what that makes one - out of two.
such love of being is the canopy,
under which all things above all shall wedded be.
The sacrifice of time and strength,
of preference and good of deeds,
and of help, but love? may calm
the winds and storm that roil the restless sea.
Everything one does, like dust,
transforms be the light in which we all live.
But happiness, my Dear, is not a gift,
It is within one's power to give.
One can only love, and be
A witness to the life that each,
at last must live alone, for
Well or ill beyond a Lover's reach.
Diena, i hope there still is the light,
in which u brought in not faded but gone.
I still do pray for us.
Cos i still do fucking Love you.
Tuesday, August 08, 2006
|| a smell.. ||
:__saKhai--
with that weak Diorama
those crowds..
People like you..
I feel
some you live in that dream world
You despise the outside
vainly
"with" power?
--and you fear you're the next one
It's in your dream
soon
that one question
"Wooo.That guy's head was like a ball.
-----Damn..Scary..What if it was my head?"
now..
-->the weak not be weak
--> should we kill?
--> or should we leave them fear their own shadows?