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Traces of your loveThese raindrops on my skin are the traces of your love. And raising from my eyes is a gleam I can’t control. Imprinted on my heart so no one else can see the pain. Burned deeply in my sorrow is the outline of your soul.Traces of your love
Forgive me when my lips may tremble what I cannot ask, Breath becomes the only words my body knows to speak. A second passed within your arms; my short eternity. So difficult, the angels cry, their tears are black for us.
Warmth surpassing good and clean and supernatural. Shared between in secrecy our silence screams for blood. Denied our daring cra
by ~VirginiaMissippi
Ocean of SorrowAn ocean of inexplicable sadness, Stretches out before me in time, As endless and uncertain as the waves, Crashing in the gentle hum of indifference.Ocean of Sorrow
Can one know what sorrow hides? For surely tears are but a mask of truth. To be torn away by the heart of another, Or sewn up forever into our souls.
As tears fall to create that sea of gray, Where wind blows chilly and soft, Through a murky sky of insecurity, Where clouds drift aimlessly as life.
In all directions is continuity, With nothing but thoughts seen for miles. Changeless and heavy
by ~VirginiaMissippi
You Don't UnderstandYou don’t understand. My heart is in pain. Each beat that it throbs is like death. And held in your hand, Is all that I fain. Though after I fail, what is left.You Don't Understand
You give me false hope, The look in your eye. The way that you hold me is cruel. Despite all that I know, And all that you lie, I feel like we’ve crisscrossed some rule.
Don’t give me that look, Or hand me this word, Unless you can own what you mean, Don’t say that I took, All that we were, Its useless to know what we’ve seen.
by ~VirginiaMissippi
I Am AshamedI am ashamed of my heart. And ashamed of my head. But far more ashamed, am I, of the body, Which threw away what both had said.I Am Ashamed
I am ashamed of my want. And ashamed of my thoughts. But far more ashamed, am I, of the doing, Which lead me away to be lost.
I am ashamed of my love. And ashamed of my plans. But far more ashamed, am I, or the weeping, Which I allowed at his hands.
by ~VirginiaMissippi
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- Current Residence: my house. :nod:
- Interests: art, old movies, reading and writing... winning. Mwahaha! ;P
- Favourite movie: Black and white original Beauty and the beast. The one in French. couldn't understand a word...
- Favourite genre of music: everything from Billy Joel, to Green Day, to Jimmy Buffett
- Favourite artist: I like (almost) anything accept modern art. Ick.
- Favourite poet or writer: AHHH! HOW DOES ONE CHOOSE! *runs in circles*
- Favourite cartoon character: Winnie the Pooh
- Personal Quote: "Ouch!"
- Tools of the Trade: Pencils and pens for art, computer for writing. ^^
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