i do not know how well
i play hide and seek.
i give you one truth,
and keep from you the other;
i know who i can tell
(even who i want to)
but not who i will
(that's a lie:
i'll tell no one.)
going to smother it.
in a blanket, like
the candle i cannot let it
outshine.
(every word and i need
a brand new place to hide.)
i have friends who
do not cower
behind the curtain.
they perform,
proud to be sad.
i am not.
(i'd take cover under the bed, but
the monsters were there first.)
at this point in time
(the one the clock spins around)
my secret is safe with me.
they all are.
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the monsters were there first.)
Haha, love it
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Rest in peace, Jack, Ciocza Kriszia, Priest Stanislaw
I'll paint the walls of the palace with your blood. ~Touzokuou
Chuuuuu~ =3
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...if only two thousand miles weren't so far.
...the written world is a far better place than the present...that is until the writer decides to switch things up a bit
--
"You think we're dancing?"
"That's all we've ever done."
.
.
.
You taste like ashes.
--
"You think we're dancing?"
"That's all we've ever done."
.
.
.
You taste like ashes.
--
...if only two thousand miles weren't so far.
...the written world is a far better place than the present...that is until the writer decides to switch things up a bit
--
"You think we're dancing?"
"That's all we've ever done."
.
.
.
You taste like ashes.
--
...if only two thousand miles weren't so far.
...the written world is a far better place than the present...that is until the writer decides to switch things up a bit
--
"You think we're dancing?"
"That's all we've ever done."
.
.
.
You taste like ashes.
--
...if only two thousand miles weren't so far.
...the written world is a far better place than the present...that is until the writer decides to switch things up a bit
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