

Only In Her DreamsSomewhere in Heaven, far above a cloud, nuzzled far within its silver lining, a stunning Angel wept tenderly. She had awoken suddenly from a lingering dream that came from her life before. Tears ran from her hopelessly sapphire eyes for one simple, but painful reason. It was about a man, a mortal man from long ago.Only In Her Dreams
She loved him with all her fatigued heart and her tiered soul. This was not a new love, but rather one so antique the memories have yellowed and curled around the vast edges of her mind. Years have past since the last time he stood before her that cloudy Easter weekend. Handsome and broad features lined his kind face.


Sacrificing Yourself For LoveThe Angel looked out the pane glass window streaked with cool rain droplets. The world outside seemed to run together causing the Angel to be unsure of which blurred color belonged to which shape. How hazy the reflection became. Each droplet was full and plump, creating a harsh patter against the pane. She reached warily as one finger skimmed her own reflection, past the warped image, past the angry storm. Her sweet voice ponders aloud.Sacrificing Yourself For Love
“Love has distorted me, caused me to be unable to recognize myself. Where he begins and where I end. Love. . . Is a distortion of what is real versus what is fantasy? Alas, love does not exist her


Bare LoveBeyond the cotton layers, Behind the blue denim jean. Here, all answered prayers, Each one exists unseen. Love it thrives on hot sweat, Hidden beyond the shadow’s dark. All smiles, no tears of regret, You name on my heart, is marked. Forever naked in warm arms, Secure, asleep with you from harm.Bare Love


Abusive SilenceAlas, the sweetest of you, The lover of all that's in me. Shadowed pasts uncover, Steps into a trap of debris. Another sweet face you own, Loyal to each swollen bruise. Layered by wads of fabric, Blood of a discarded muse. A faded and unrefined mess, The fool of shattered dreams. Strength lies behind distress, Broken?Abusive Silence
Jaded? Is she who she seems?
One day I will defeat you, Someday I'll stand up tall, Eventually I will begin anew, I'll no longer be afraid to fall. As for this moment, Love has me bound. The terror that


Do What I SayRain- Could you wait? I forgot my hat, I don't much feel like getting wet. What joy comes from ME getting wet?Do What I Say
Could you make me a puddle? I forgot my hair. It's not done- just right. I wish it were, I wish it might get wet.
Drop- after drop- after drop- F A  
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Sheng-Fai is mine. Avatar OC Crew.
I really appreciate!
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I try...
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It is better to have loved and lost, than to have never lived at all
Isn't it amazing how much L'Amour sounds like La Morte.
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