as though i know a meaning of reason this life sublime the truth is your treason. Freedom, what a quest of fate that questions everything in its relay, do I even relate enough to choose my own destiny? I could not say but perhaps all that matters is your fragrant skin and the way you look over shoulder her eyes not quite closed but on its way to an eternity of blindness to my every fault I could taste the coppery electric of blood a I bite my lip all together we fall into rapture was I bound to this destiny that I have no say in what could be reality? I watch my steps made for me all the while your hearts desires whisper in the street corners and shops of delicacies and treats yet this whispering is of a ghost that haunts my dreams ive seen many things, but the smile of which I read borne only unto me destiny will find you my soul is bound beyond freedom. Because it is your smile which I live for perhaps passion rules reason.
Posted on: Mon, 12 Aug 2013 07:06:08 +0000
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