Wednesday, December 28, 2005
3:29 PM - Superstition
Category: Romance and Relationships
Superstition (an original)
I daresay what shall come of us~
I fear I jinx Love’s stars.
Ironic tragedy- like hues of rust~
taint oceanside new cars.
I fear the gall of destiny-
ever humbling the proud.
I love the strength of silence~
words unsaid so loud.
I memorized your goodnight kiss,
The taste of your lips so sweet,
and crave a distant lullaby bliss,
the drum of your heart’s beat.