Post by Queen of Rain on Aug 8, 2005 6:31:15 GMT -8
He has a smile like that flicking flame, a lighted candle in a northern breeze. And she has seen his deep eyes turn into storms. Silent storms, in his eyes. Then, bleeding scars on the retina, his view a little blurred. Maybe it was easier that way.
She sees pain, in his eyes, She hears cry, In his laughter. She Touches the immortalized fear, that lives in the human soul.
And who turns water into tears, who turns eyes into storms?
She knows it so well, it was whispered in her cradle, Kimama, Kimama. Yet he builds no shelter, doesn’t sail to safe ports. He enters the storm, remains in this couplet. And she wants him there, doesn’t she? Small thoughts, and the butterfly moves its pale, pale wings. Breath in, breath out, what else is there to do when there is a sense of thunder in the air.
When that smile is flickering, nothing can go wrong, its there and its gone, its there and its gone, everywhere and nowhere. But sometimes, she can make it remain in those eyes. Brown like melting chocolate, shining like marbles, enjoying life. Their life.
And so it will remain.
Kim loves Damon. Damon loves Kim. And that is how, it will remain.
Even though they sometimes, sometimes, just sometimes, sleep back to back. Its easier that way (because they cant scratch each other’s eyes out with trembling sharp nails).
dont really know what the main focus of hte plot should be...
She sees pain, in his eyes, She hears cry, In his laughter. She Touches the immortalized fear, that lives in the human soul.
And who turns water into tears, who turns eyes into storms?
She knows it so well, it was whispered in her cradle, Kimama, Kimama. Yet he builds no shelter, doesn’t sail to safe ports. He enters the storm, remains in this couplet. And she wants him there, doesn’t she? Small thoughts, and the butterfly moves its pale, pale wings. Breath in, breath out, what else is there to do when there is a sense of thunder in the air.
When that smile is flickering, nothing can go wrong, its there and its gone, its there and its gone, everywhere and nowhere. But sometimes, she can make it remain in those eyes. Brown like melting chocolate, shining like marbles, enjoying life. Their life.
And so it will remain.
Kim loves Damon. Damon loves Kim. And that is how, it will remain.
Even though they sometimes, sometimes, just sometimes, sleep back to back. Its easier that way (because they cant scratch each other’s eyes out with trembling sharp nails).
dont really know what the main focus of hte plot should be...
