Author: Madame Loyale PM
I will never, ever drink tea at four in the afternoon again. Damn!Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Romance/Angst - Words: 169 - Favs: 1 - Published: 02-16-07 - Status: Complete - id: 2321177
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On a green tea-induced rampage. Don't know or care whether it makes sense.
In a world where the idiots are catered to and the brightest ones forgotten.
You know, I wish it didn't have to be this way.
I pull this capo tight and press on steel strings, wondering if you might hear me.
Why is everything telling me this is fantasy?
My fingers dance between ivory and ebony, wishing it could be your skin instead.
It's very hard to pretend when your heart is breaking.
I thought you of all people would know the meaning of the words that spill from my unkissable mouth.
Life's little lessons are handed to me on your silver platter. I miss you.
We trust each other. It's not enough!
You folded a joke into my hand and I didn't want to let go. I wanted your heart, too.
You are my sweetest, most complete, most utterly beautiful downfall. I loved you--then, now, forever, first.