Monday, July 10, 2006
Sunshine,
That picture, that scene, black and white,
It haunts, it jades, at its deepest.
Whilst gentleman sing of a mellow song,
of kinship, of friendship, of unrequitted love.
She, who spoke, she, who loved,
She, the fool, yet, torned, she lived.
Rurtured and grushed, turns, thronged,
of yellow flowers, of a pink so pure.
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Everytime I think about you, I'm filled with a joy incomparable to waffles and honey, yet tears silently make their way through the contours of my face, because i'm who you never attained happiness from. And you, erase my years, and I'm back where I started once more.
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I love you, daryl, my brother.
the time is 9:36 PM
Sunshine,
It haunts, it jades, at its deepest.
Whilst gentleman sing of a mellow song,
of kinship, of friendship, of unrequitted love.
She, who spoke, she, who loved,
She, the fool, yet, torned, she lived.
Rurtured and grushed, turns, thronged,
of yellow flowers, of a pink so pure.
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I love you, daryl, my brother.
the time is 9:36 PM