it's all pretty sad after that.
except my iris.


wandercrush the color from my eyes i will walk the translucent world of a reality that is only a mix of dyes canvased by my mindwander
the inhaled scent of flowers is the only trail i'll travel wandering it untold hours for what i only dream exists
home is far and then some but i will find it by finding you love that was and love to come knowing you by the remembered taste of your petals


poem for iris and petera heartbeat is an empty echo unless love is listening. arms are always empty unless they hold true love.poem for iris and peter
in the clamor of pounding hearts that fills the world Iris and Peter only hear one another's heart beating the secret song of love. a song of how their separate souls were meant to sleep inside each other and the story of how their tender arms will always encircle the others heart.
a shy smile will play on their lips as the words "I do" are spoken. both knowing that these two words are the true promise, "I have always, and will for
elisabeth.
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B L O G
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B L O G
elisabeth.
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B L O G
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B L O G
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Midnight is here, i find our secret garden
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Hide on the shadows, this is my place, Dark Angel in the middle of the etereal scent ... This is me!!
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~HRclub
heh.
i'm suffering from writer's block... i keep trying and i keep hating it, so... no progress in anything, no.
but thanks for the line
how have you been?
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See ya in Hell
sorry about your writing. you've done excellent work with "wordless" so don't let the writer's block get you too down. it would be impossible for the amount of talent you've got to stay bottled up for long.
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i use to be very glib, now i'm just glub.
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