

White RoseA rose bud, its white petals slowly unfolding, It blossms at your touch. The caress of you lips is its life blood, And it shall bloom forever more in your presence.White Rose


SorrowO' sorrow, sorrow, you always show your face to me I'll always know that in the dark deep soul of mine a part of you I'll always find.Sorrow


"And so..."And so, I shall see you Friday"And so..."
As the ghosts walk by, I feel my heart shrivel within its frail physical embodiment. He isnt here still. I know I should just abandon my feeble vigil watching over that spot, to the detriment of where I am supposed to be focussed, but my mind has very little say in my bodys current actions.
Joining the stream, I begin to depart this place of disappointments, surrounded by supports, yet never leaning. I am unable to stop; this is a burden which I alone must carry inside of me, these unrealisable feelings, this course I am not allowed to sail.
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