the aida game
feb 12 06, 9:12 pm
it is wilted
the rose that stole my heart
and the smile that made
everything right.
moment
(an excerpt)
march 25 05, 12:28 am
Not the truth
But your truth
Your own blissful reconstruction
Of what you want it to be
You loving someone
With all your soul can ever give
And his loving you in return
Not forever unrequited
As usual
But simply content
With just being loved.
Despite this, I have no plans. I'm not making any sense and I have no reason to.