[melancholygoddess]
she opens like a tiny flower a spectrum of colors the odd wilted leaf as soft as a petal the glow of her skin half moons of her eyes i could drown inside the whispers of futures and past dreams that always end on the bright shaft of light seeping from a window locked shutthe intermeshing of two souls... finding i can be beautiful after all... if only through her eyes... my love of a thousand tearful nights... Written February 15th, 2002 © on Feb 15 2002 05:11 AM PST 18 • 0 • 10
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"she opens like a tiny flower ..."