I can make pace of your heart, It dances like a tired spider, Between the sky and the floor, Never bothering for more. You are everybody’s hero, You are the spotted carcass, Of a useless carnation, That leans into my arms for air. We make quite the pair. I am the vacant vase, Mold itches at my heart. When I speak you flop with life, Reaching for what is left. What makes you so sure a little water, Could make a man of you again? You were never my hero, The way you disposed yourself At the face of every smiling mouth Like a desperate suicide attempt, You were passed around, Until the news of it grew old. You were never gold. Just every other shade, Yellow could hide, You were the spotted cheetah Without pride. Now it is you, Against my arms or the floor. I have not decided what to keep you for, The ground would suit you better, There-you could catch light, Until you were carried to a modest death. Your load threatens my poise, I return you back to force, You will never be safe from yourself.
We need to work something out oui? i could get used to this heheheh thanks again! i love your work too honestly(i'm not really new to the forum i just couldnt get back on my account it used to be glitteringlue and even back theni lovedur work ) it is great i will reply at length soon im just in africa at the momment so the connection keeps gettin screwy, expect me and again thanks mwah!
Hey cool! This whole name changing thing people did has made me really disoriented! Look forward to nattering again! - keep writing!
