Now don't get me wrong; I would much rather be happy than miserable, but I do some damn good creative stuff when I'm in the blackest of moods, it seems.
Just a thought.
Xxx


Meeting YouMeeting you?... I remember well The growing sense of destiny, To me you seemed an angel in black, A being of warmth and chivalry. Those eyes, so blue, and hair flaxen In fondness I did yearn for, Your laugh, your smile, did lift me thus From pasts that I'd once pined for. My trembling heart, which from the start Had wondered at your kindness, Did ebb and flow with dreamings sweet Of your love, and Love's blindness. In kissing you, my woes are healed Weak heartstrings gaining strength, My love, my life, you are my One Until and beyond Death....Meeting You


If...If I could cry a thousand tears, Realise a thousand lies, Drown in a thousand seas,If...
Or fall from a thousand skies...
None of this, no none of this, Would recreate such suffering As You caused, as You wished... [Does your pride extend this far?]
I wander in dreams tainted with pasts That speak of futures lost, I am that wretch which loves in hate, A rose buried in frost,
And though the scars are faint with age The scarlet sting remains; If I remember you for anything, It will be only for the pain.
:Despair:
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"We made a promise we swore we'd always remember -- no retreat no surrender." -- Bruce Springsteen
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And indeed.
How are you anyway? Haven't spoken to you properly in a while.
Xxx
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How about you?
I'm gonna try and get a summer job though before I go to uni
Xxx
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