He loves me...
he loves me not.
Is this what I really sought?
the flowers pedals,
dipped with medals...
of gold and silver moons.
As the sun shines golden,
and I count away...
is this how love is to be played?
My mind wonders on through time...
to a place of brilliance and a place of rhyme.
He loves me...
he loves me not.
Is this what I really sought?
the grains of sand, left in my hand...
Show a star of hope.
but to believe it so true,
does this mean I'll actually find you?
to see unclouded and finally at peace.
'will the pain of lonliness ever cease?'
He loves me...
he loves me not.
Is this what I really sought?
















Comments
oh my god....is awesome picture!.
--
Since we can't call people without wings angels, we call them friends.
The Insanely Sane Guardian Dragon
ah well..thnx though for your words!
--
"The hidden world is a dream, like the truth of a night's memory"
~Clamp
the pic just caught my eye, its REALY good>
no im not just sayining it, im a visual thinker so i like to see cool pictures. tis all.
Previous Page1234Next Page