The party
By SickBoy
That wondrous yet tragic moment that our lips met under the starry twilight of night. No such passions had my mind entertained until that night of cloaked darkness from which we hid from prying eyes. Yet its warmth ripped from my soul the next morn. My heart left a serrated chunk of everlasting cold left with in my flesh. I felt her slip from my grasp as water trickles from the tips of your fingers. My life from that moment turned from one of complete ecstasy to pure loathing. For i loved this women to whom soo quickly speared my heart. Alas I will keep this pain which is my relentless prison that holds my heart just to remember my torn love. Written September 26th, 2001 © on Sep 26 2001 03:48 PM PST 0 • 12
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"That wondrous yet tragic moment that our lips met under the starry twilight of night. No such passions had my mind entertained until that night of cloaked darkness from which we hid from prying eyes. Yet its warmth ripped from my soul the next morn. My heart left a serrated chunk of everlasting cold left with in my flesh. I felt her slip from my grasp as water trickles from the tips of your fingers. My life from that moment turned from one of complete ecstasy to pure loathing. For i loved this women to whom soo quickly speared my heart. Alas I will keep this pain which is my relentless prison that holds my heart just to remember my torn love...."