Untitled -- 1.24.2002


Like the soft, cool breeze against my cheek

A temprate sound against my tender heart,

The world around me is dark and bleak

But in your arms, none of that matters.

Oh to look upon you with my divine eyes

A pure sight in all the world's agony

Author's Notes/Comments: 

shit i can't think....this isn't done -_-; yes, it sucks..but for some reason my mind has turned to shit and i have writers block...*growls*

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