The others instinct, Is to enjoy beauty
By violating it.
We disconcert them, by being frail, and inviolable.
We are strong and we are beautiful
We are proud and we are lonely
Why did you put us here?
We who know what joy is, and may not enjoy.
We who know what life is, and may not live.
We who know what love is, and may not love.
We who know you, and are forsaken,
Why are we here?
To look for weaker, fragile,untempered beauty, and protect it .
To stand firm, to know, and cherish precious things, To understand.
Only the strong protect
Only the proud stand firm
Only the beautiful cherish.
Only the lonely understand
Only the forsaken know
There is no other way.
Note this , ye others!
We are strong , and we are beautiful
And, We shall overcome!
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Leaves a stagnant taste in my mind thats worse than any morning after
liquor covered tounge.
It's such a slow, agonizing suicide,
With a hole in the heart.
And glazed over weary eyes.
I need to turn myself towards a new window.
Metamorphosis is never simple or easy,
But it's a hell of alot better, than dying in the cocoon.
full, pouting mouths,
Smooth, soft lips.
Tender tounges exploring
With eager pointed tips.
Hearts beating faster,in anticipation,
Of our first real kiss.
Calling , softly, sweetly, come inside.
I need someone who knows how to care.
You came and knocked upon it's door
Amazingly it opened, and I became,swept away,
On floating clouds of angels hair.
You have protected me from this maddening world
Your soft wings ,enfolding , my tired, wounded soul.
You gave me strength, a love, not cold.
Listen and hear the song of my heart
Singing to you sweetly, softly, gently
I will always be with you, always remember
And the love within my heart, for you, I'll always hold.
MY
HEART
THROB
Sits and smiles, on this night
Walking the beach with my friend Pete,
A shooting star, sparks at our feet.
And a moonbeam kissing the sand.
If you want me, come find me, I am waiting.
She watched and waited, and when she least expected, out of a mist of confusion and chaos, he appeared.
Her fair haired young knight, her child of the underworld, chaotic prince.
Out of the darkness, he came, But had he come to nourish her hungry soul, or to feast upon it? This she must determine.
He came as if prepared for battle, a fine suit of armour protects him, well worn from his many battles.
Battles of will, perhaps?
She finds him hard to penetrate, somewhat of a paradox.
He allows her to get inside, and then pushes her away even further.
He throws a curtain of confusion before her eyes, and she is left to wonder, Was she ever there at all?
She does know he is very powerful, may be even a bit dangerous.
She feels as if she should run, go hide, but she won't.
you see, this one intriques her, but she must be extremely cautious, of this, she is certain.
She thinks he may have something she needs, so she will pursue him, And she will meet her destination, his fate,
Because, you see, Dear Sweet One, she has a secret weapon,
She knows that there is no shield as strong as a heart, untainted.
And she will teach him many things, because she is not as fragile as she seems.
He will never forget her, And he will be glad she let him in.
