stolen moments
we know we can't be together... but our love was ever so magnificient at one point...
thank you for those clandestine kisses.
barely hours, i miss your tender lips already.
our fleeting moments always seemed forever.
but you'd always be that girl i never had, and I, the boy that never was.
ever so you are my huntress, and I, your willing prey.
until our next kiss...
thank you for those clandestine kisses.
barely hours, i miss your tender lips already.
our fleeting moments always seemed forever.
but you'd always be that girl i never had, and I, the boy that never was.
ever so you are my huntress, and I, your willing prey.
until our next kiss...
posted by ohme at 4:26 AM
4 Comments:
Aw.
There goes that thing that brings out the poet in every cynic. I am always amazed when this happens to people.
you just realize that there is so much love in this world, that you don't need to define it...
it can never be defined... to define it would be heresy.
I don't think I have any argument against having much of that most misused and abused emotion in this world and the need to limit it with words. Truth is, there aren't enough to arrest the whole of what is supposed to be love. (Oh, that word.. Hahaha!)As they say, it comes in different shapes and sizes, and so I believe.
Seems like you even need to the text color to add more flavor to it.
That's nice though.ü
By the way, I commented back on your comment on my blog, Señor.ü
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