Tonight I write of love, tonight she shall see mine.
I kissed them, I kissed them. They tasted so sweet. One ring, two ring, a farthing one and two.
Silently I wait, creeping in the shadows, waiting for my love. Everything is so quiet as my heart begins to race.
I run away to save myself. Darkness is my refuge, silence is my drug. Tonight I feel alive, somethings pulsing through my veins. She's unleashed my love, now I'll never be the same. Who knows, maybe one day.. someday.. I will give her a call.
About Me
- B. Bennett
- What if written word has more of an effect than we know? What if what you are reading now, is slowly making it's way through your brain, and being processed in such a way that it makes you do things without even realizing? Perhaps a form of hypnotism. Tiny impulses stored and being used through out your life for reasons that you may never know. What if?
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