lazyminxie

I'll always be filled with awe of you. We've known each other our whole lives, and you've always been my rock. All the times when I was hungry and hurting, or happy and healthy. You were there. Your eyes, they were like lighthouses, guiding me through the dark turbulent seas of my mind, of our lives. I don't know what love is, neither of us do. We've only read and talked about such things during times where we could do nothing else. It's as foreign to me now as it was the first time I learned of it. I suppose I do love you though, but, you are all I've ever had. And this is goodbye. I know you're tired. Your eyes, those bright eyes of yours

She wanted to disappear into the wind, guided by the voices that whispered to her of joy. They told her, "Follow your dreams." It hurt when she realized that she had never had any. It hurt more knowing it was better that way. She was a product of a broken home, only ever seen herself as such. Her future was predestined for her. She longed to be content instead of happy, because complacency appealed more to her than that constant sense of dissatisfaction. Because, she could always draw. She remembers that song that used to inspire her, from that silly children's movie. It told her, paint with the colors of the wind. She used to hum it to hers

Once upon a time, there was a lonely black cat. It's only possession was a pointy black hat. It wandered about, many nights and days, throughout the streets and alleyways. Til, it came across a witch, with no wand, with which it formed an unbreakable bond. It granted her magic, both strong and wild. And, she gave it friendship, hugs, and smiles. They traveled the world, fought knights and tamed dragons. Discovered wisdom and riches, enough to fill many wagons. But, no jewel could compare to the treasure already there, for their lives were complete, as long as the other was near. See, once upon a time, there was a happy black cat, that rests i

The seconds scream, the minutes sing, and the hours tell you lies. We all fall for Spring but hand our rings to Winter's lovely spies. But, rather you drown in laughter for life is brevity. So live from now to hereafter with no thought of longevity. Because Autumn betrayed Summer and in turn relinquished life, then Time came upon their number and froze still at the sight. Sunrise to sunset till eyes open to the week. Thrust in to blood-let all the mystery and mystique.

The most bleached pure lilies dancing in the spinning winds, weaving colorless silly tapestries for nearby friends. Bleeding, staggering roses brandishing green stained swords. Warring nature though none notice their limbs littering floors The sad grieving violets hiding their tears in the rains. They know well the world's violence, often picked to share pain. Pain, joy, and sadness paint such beautiful hues, They own this land we stand on these reds, whites, and blues.

They dance, the lonely ones. They dance, their expressions clear. They dance, and when they're done, their mask is still there. Moving with strange beauty, to their own shrieking tune. Slowing their own one-two beat, to partner with Life's groom. Swinging their arms round, with primitive flair, Making guttural sounds, with their last breath of air. He dances his last dance, what a beautiful sight! She dances her last dance, the knife takes them to night.

I succumbed to your wishes your mere dreams and plans for us, Swayed by your sweet kisses honey lies, high on a candy rush. Words playing on my stringed emotions, such devious melodies. Songs of fruitless hoping, and lack of longevity. All of my happy conjurings, outweighed by the future dark ones. I would initiate our sundering, if I didn't live off the smoke from your dark lungs My amorous feelings and actions are true, but poison can be like sugar and kill you too...

Arcane, smoking eyes reflecting a physical smile thats shy, beautiful on the lips that form it. Colorful laugh, an abstract artistic style matched by how the silky strands on her crown sit. Sun-less humor, her expressions carefully made never hinting her true feelings. Except for the smile for which I've slaved that show that somethings building. Pulling the lever of the gambling machine where I've placed my two cents in and, Love or friendship shall show on the screen I'll stand by wherever it lands. Dear destiny, Lovely fate, Soulmate, Souless one, Love me, Love me not with the beautiful rose's petals till the game is done.