I was once compared somewhat to a queen, equipped with eyes of hazel to burn extreme; holes in the soul of another whom is cold to me.
I was mean't to be born on a cloud, sprouting wings at a young age observing their growth, until I took flight onto the earth.
If anyone should know their future it should be me; so i could pick out my own compatibility, and waste no days washing the hands of time.
If there were no responsibilities I would only sprout babies, and find a lover keen and knowledgeable to bask in the sun, drinking red wine until our loins went numb.
If I was immortal I would tell everyone who ever lived, to respect diligence, intelligence and to carry flavor; their own essences never to waiver.
But when I die I shall call on, seeds of daisies to grow up round my hair, And you shall know where to find me there.
| this is like that ruth of being a woman |
spring and being adored ...i can see how this is close to your heart and to me it shows that you have a good addittude about yourself ... you like you ...and thats a good thing ...good write ... my fav parts were :
....and waste no days washing the hands of time.
....seeds of daisies to grow up round my hair,
|| Posted on 2009-08-13 00:00:00 | by Bloodstone | [ Reply to This ] || hey!!|
I realy realy like this write!!!! i like the flow and "rhythm" of this write!!!
this write had my attention right when i started reading all the way throught the end....
feel free to comment on my writes as well!
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