wolfsbane you sleep with in your hand, and the garlic knot by your bed, ring of salt just below where you lay your head. posters of horror paint the walls, dreams rummaging around in your head. A shadowed protector rests above, eyes showing a non-platonic love. The blush creeping to the cheeks, brings restlessness to the weeks. And how i wait to touch again, the softness of the palm of your skin. i've reached for you and you've turned away. Remember the night you asked me to stay? I didn't know what to say so lost in my mind, never thought id have a chance as divine. The sweetness of your lips to mine and the fear, the fear that made the nervousness swallow the thoughts of sin. And i couldn't tell you, shouldn't tell you, wouldn't but i did. And where have you run and hid? Delirium Saren: i've paced by your door, until my feet were sore and never did your solemn face break, i wish you would smile once in a while lost behind someplace you've led me to a dead end and i just, wanted to to tell you...
I'm only unhappy because I do not know where to stand. I'm used to drifting so being grounded is driving me mad. I don't know what to say anymore I feel kindof sad. I do often think of you, though i don;t go abouts saying. I mean i've priorities and i am happy ina way. But it isn't the same. And maybe i just wanted what i couldnt have always but that is what made it different, i could and still wanted.
Want.
Aha. I should stop while im ahead. dream well. either way
R.I.P skweaker von squeakenstien the third. She was strong and brave and lived through missing half a body...she was afraid of heights but the friendliest little mouse ever. loved everyone even though they occasionally kicked her ball or dropped her she was very happy to be around, loved treats of all natures. When you fed her she would jog around the tank before eating it. She will be missed dearly. She lived to be a year and two months old. may she rest in peace... Mood: sad... Music: let it be- the beatles.
