Thursday, 18 March 2010


*Thought to change it up a little*

Thou antics flare suspicion.
Shadow casting over the light making it clearer to see.
Charred through the humour only to find a sensitive soul, so why must thou act brazen before thyself with such humidity.
Is it attention you seek
Angered when shunned upon by thee
Fair lady
If thou believes in love at first sight

*stopped there, its not every piece I can finish.. I actually get stuck sometimes*

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