Of infant love.
To sweet nothings…
Too many to count.
To silent words
‘n’ several sins…
To aquiline figures
Stagnant in time…
She left behind a story;
A wrinkled one.
Known to none; but
Two shadows in doubt.
With or Without You
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Thursday, April 09, 2009
Of infant love.
To sweet nothings…
Too many to count.
To silent words
‘n’ several sins…
To aquiline figures
Stagnant in time…
She left behind a story;
A wrinkled one.
Known to none; but
Two shadows in doubt.
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3 comments:
I hope you don't sound like Phoebe! ;-D
i hope so too! :P
Go Eagle claw & Iceberg! :D
Haha, she simply rocks!
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