Guest guest Posted December 5, 2005 Report Share Posted December 5, 2005 Have you learned to love me? Do you still wish to hide me, locked Somewhere-- No one can know me but you? I am not a shrinking violet Or a delicate rose, with or without thorns, I am the passion of blue, In the yellowing of leaves parching in the sun, The scent of nightfall-- The harmony of a gazelle in the jaw of certain death Yet You would throw me away, toss me to a heap of Beautiful used dolls, Do you lust after me, after all You know who you are And you never bothered to ask me why I Love You. The innocent knows not that he is spoken to The fool knows but cares not Are you quite foolish or just innocent? Are you an innocent fool? The mask comes off today. Right now, Lover. The time of canaries is here. Sing for me. Ana Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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