i remember it. oh god i remember now. (i changed the names of this poem)
My dear Rachel, made of the sea May that which I love live free For the sky is never pure when you are not well For the moon never beams when you're smile is not there
My performance is nothing without you my love As I am just a mime with no love itself May my face show the pain, may it show the sadness As I am just a mime not being myself
Let my face show sadness, it matters not As all I want from you is a pure sky with a full beaming night
twilight_raven919 · Tue May 12, 2009 @ 09:37pm · 0 Comments |