Who believes in love anymore? Love is just like religion. You want it so so so much to be real. But its not now is it? Deep down you know its not. Its just how long a temporary attraction lasts. Its only a feeling.

 
Existence is perfect -

Sensual embracement conquers,
When you close your eyes and drift to the darkness of mind,
Your sublte mischeif pokes the slandering crux of fantasy,
To which all else is closed,and i cry.
Witty repartees dance in your gentle tunes, your whispers,
Your lies.
Black silk drapes the halve of your picture.
Concealing the perfection of which is instinctively that of humanity.
Placiduous theiving holds to my fingers as you lead me.
I stand a coat, wine and rose.
Where are you?


-Perfection does not exist.

Uniqueness exceeding.
To : l.m.



posted by Div at 05:10

 
Fairest night i played my chance,
To which to where, I hope you danced.
Tresspass not u thought to say,
Room for one, the King of Spades.
I...I watched you kiss,struggled to breathe,
Cradled the memory, held it to freeze.
Tranquility sews my eyes
From sight to see,
Your stolen heart you stole from me.
Fairest night i stopped to glance,
To which to where a withering chance.....


Deprive.Delete.Decide?
Dead.

posted by Div at 00:37