Po-em
Journal Entry: Mon Apr 7, 2008, 4:58 PM
He smelled of sunshine and starfields.
It reminded my of a safe place.
A haven where we were alone.
And happy.
One of those rare places.
Where you forget everything.
And bliss is rampant.
Smiles are the only expression.
But as all good things do.
The sunshine stopped shining.
And the starfield was covered by cloud.
The haven was gone.
It was one of those classic things.
Dropped like a stone.
And left for dead.
On the side of the road.
One of those firsts.
That you never cease to remember.
I'll never feel the sunshine.
Or see the starfield.
Again.
- Mood:
Sadness - Listening to: Hallelujah ~ Jeff Buckley
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And so the lion fell in love with the lamb..
What a stupid lamb.
What a sick, masochistic lion...
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Rest now, my friend. Rest now forever. Sleep now the untroubled sleep of the angels...
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And so the lion fell in love with the lamb..
What a stupid lamb.
What a sick, masochistic lion...
I Spy
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And so the lion fell in love with the lamb..
What a stupid lamb.
What a sick, masochistic lion...
I Spy
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