Sunday, April 5, 2009

177. We're the hushed sounds of doom and gloom.


Does your heart ponder upon your capability?
Remarkable, and often misjudged.
Though, the power greatly remains in your coarse fingers.
You are admired, and seen to be much more than given credit for.

Don’t allow the moon to wash away your tears,
The tracks upon your sullen face.
We are a moving force, the drive for your destiny.
Seek well, and exist for a reason.

To be who you are, and never to be lost finding out.

(:

Babe, you know that I'm all that and then some more for you.
Shut up, and fucking listen for once will you? :D

I'll be Loving you long long time.

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