Wednesday, December 12, 2007


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.

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