Author: elvenstorm PM
A girl whose seen a few things she wished she hadn't. Something I wish I could show to everyone to explain a few things. Anyway had some fun with rhymingRated: Fiction T - English - Words: 122 - Reviews: 17 - Favs: 2 - Published: 03-26-05 - id: 1869395
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Stars captured on a ceiling with in
A house, the memories of sweet young skin
In my mind trapped
And for what? Love? That is my sin.
Tired of writing the meaningless
Just pretty words now let me confess
What I have really done
Under those bleeding stars.
How these scars formed before the first cut
Was even scorned,
By your smile.
He didn't have the right to touch me
But you did
And I wanted that ache to cease
And a caress for every crease
In my silken conscience
Caused by his stolen piece.
So forgive my silence
My seemingly strange ways
And just hold me in your eyes for a second
More than is necessary.
Restore my minds peace.