Captured by an enigmatic eye scent from your fragrant hair- fructose. mmm how septic is my heart in all the waves that, when i start to smile at thee at thee it's me in tears. Next i speak, to care, caress your hair with my fingertips. how i long to lift your spirits. When you cry, your weeping tends to dent my soul the creepy way in which you haunt my dreams- like our severed minds from when we played together bowling or camping, a skewed unfortune that whistles away time. How the ache defines my day and all i can feel is pain. Still a hope rests on the shoulders of love/ that word that word that word that we can't define alone.
cool piece...i like these two lines - one ending, one beginning "a skewed unfortune that whistles away time. How the ache defines my day"
well you had read a couple of my pieces so its only right that i should read some of yours and i have read three, this being my favorite of them, i really love your word usage and the way it all sort of flows together and inside itself it is a beutiful one great job
