A poem written by Clay The virgin breast with lilies white For she is fairer than the sun and surpasses every constellation of the stars She is the purest embossing on the shield of France Armed with only her prayers on this day She moves meekly along the square Face paler than the ivory crowning her kings Chăteu de chinen. She doesnt bear her usual armor-clad form Instead, she wears an unfamiliar... » Continue Reading
I need to know what or who goes through these lyricists minds when they write stuff like "Is it still me that makes you sweat? Am I who you think about in bed, When the lights are dim and your hands are shaking, As you're sliding off your dress?" or even " Why don't you show me the little bit of spine, » Continue Reading
It catches up to me every time I get a ache and I’m scared it’s going to put me in there again. I wonder if this was physical and not in my head I would be okay. My heart aches and twists yet the pity I garner is no bandage. My pulse ec » Continue Reading
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