In her body, there is a system, a system that is filled with scratches of undying wilted garden of roses carved by their lovely thorns which causes it to bleed with such lines of tortures and dismay.
The written words played by a sinful mouth made her weak and angry. Those words of a man who was even wrong to rut for from the start and those obstacle she had to go through was crucial, there was no sunlight for her to guide through the darkness of night and the streams of rain produced by those beautiful eyes of hers. Each bat of her eyelashes, is how much he has hurt her.
Do not waste those cruel torment caused by that indigenous creature of the lord, for there is a prince charming with rocking hairstyle and nail polish on stage. He hasn't got a white horse, but he has got a microphone to sing his heart out and pour his beautiful words carved by his own heart into your ears just like melted chocolate flooding into your mouth, tingling those taste bud of yours giving in the sensation of passion into your streams of blood.
After of what's worth, you will always have us and you know who we are.
We would be there for you, making your day filled with laughter and joy.
The love we have is nothing compared to the pain you had to endure, so cheer up my beautiful sister. :)
Friday, January 22, 2010
The flames of a heart dancing on a line filled with burning desires, that has left the heart on fire as it bleeds tears.
Posted by Malina at 10:11 PM
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