

Could It Be?could it be? this nagging, anxious feeling I have....could it really be love? cursed with it as ICould It Be?
am, should I deal with it? the mixed emotions, the endless thought of someone who understands completely, the tireless agony of being away from that someone. if it is true, then love is pain. he holds my heart in his hands and I don't know how to deal with it. his muscular body pressed
against mine, embracing as if the world could end. What is it? Infatuation? Love? Lust? the never ending memory of his lips against mine will be forever burned into my mind. what is there to love of me? my heart is nothing more
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---Ever stop to think and forget to start again?---
~I'm not as think as oyu drunk I am~
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I feel his rancid breath on my neck, a ghostly hand tightens in my hair, I spin around, and nothing is there.
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Sane people suck, but stupid people blow.
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Sane people suck, but stupid people blow.
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~ Letifico ut Caseus ~
"Sink me Your Highness, it was this damned cravat. Simply refused to tie. I ask you! Look at it! Stickin' out like a pincushion!"
~The Scarlet Pimpernel
And ... my brother just died a month and a half ago. The last thing I said to him was "Well, if you die, we'll know where to find your body." His death didn't hit me as hard as you've been hit but ..... my heart goes out to you, man.
Love and Peace
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~ Letifico ut Caseus ~
"Sink me Your Highness, it was this damned cravat. Simply refused to tie. I ask you! Look at it! Stickin' out like a pincushion!"
~The Scarlet Pimpernel
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