of Valentine's blues.
Sunday, February 13, 2011 @ 12:26 PM
his fingers are crossed; his lips are gliding
across her skin. she tremble with trepidation;
her face a dreamy cross between pain and pleasure.
no.
there's too much love, too much hurt; floating in the cold, stifling air.
the honey-scented wind chaps my solitary pair of lips.
no.
her fingers are interlocked between his; her quivering lips
mouthing words of enticement. he grins in anticipation;
his frantic kisses emanate a deep hunger for more.
no.
my head is in my arms; the only embrace I can call my own.
my wasted heart beats; my lonely tear waxes and wanes.
no.
I don't give a fuck; I'm lying.
yes.
Fffuuuu me.
It's the same shit every year, so yeah, I guess I'm used to it by now.
Oh well. (:
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of Valentine's blues.
Sunday, February 13, 2011 @ 12:26 PM
his fingers are crossed; his lips are gliding
across her skin. she tremble with trepidation;
her face a dreamy cross between pain and pleasure.
no.
there's too much love, too much hurt; floating in the cold, stifling air.
the honey-scented wind chaps my solitary pair of lips.
no.
her fingers are interlocked between his; her quivering lips
mouthing words of enticement. he grins in anticipation;
his frantic kisses emanate a deep hunger for more.
no.
my head is in my arms; the only embrace I can call my own.
my wasted heart beats; my lonely tear waxes and wanes.
no.
I don't give a fuck; I'm lying.
yes.
Fffuuuu me.
It's the same shit every year, so yeah, I guess I'm used to it by now.
Oh well. (:
« Previous
A R C H I V E S.
November 2010
December 2010
January 2011
February 2011
March 2011