i did many bad things tho, and im sorry
got a lacrosse game tomorrow and my hip is killing me. then im going to Zans for the night. today was gracious living day and it was not very exciting, i had to paint a mural. im extremly tired right now and i have to type my english poem:
SILENT SLIGHT PERCEPTION
The art of infidelity is full of alternative intensions
A night followed by a morning of regret
It starts with a look disguised with deception
As subtle as a hand tracing circles cross a back
Such intoxicating delights. We can not forget
Those absent from this night of distorted perfection
Two in the same, both longing for affection
The nape of a neck, and the small of a back dewed with sweat
With the taste of our mouths we swallow the names we should mention
And we're swallowed into the restless darkest water
Sinking, but the crew steadies the anchor, they're not giving up yet
Those names forgot thrown overboard, their screams get no attention
The storm settles and those surviving long for repention
The wind calls out the ones we hid away, the sinful bet
was lost. As predicted we surrendered clinging to affection
The sea settles as the white caps try to rest
They crash against the shore, the sand now wet
The pasionate fury of past nights can not be mentioned
the infidelity lost and won through silent slight perception
well thats my english poem. tell me wat you think. im ganna go play guitar and record some songs
I LOVE YOU ALL
SILENT SLIGHT PERCEPTION
The art of infidelity is full of alternative intensions
A night followed by a morning of regret
It starts with a look disguised with deception
As subtle as a hand tracing circles cross a back
Such intoxicating delights. We can not forget
Those absent from this night of distorted perfection
Two in the same, both longing for affection
The nape of a neck, and the small of a back dewed with sweat
With the taste of our mouths we swallow the names we should mention
And we're swallowed into the restless darkest water
Sinking, but the crew steadies the anchor, they're not giving up yet
Those names forgot thrown overboard, their screams get no attention
The storm settles and those surviving long for repention
The wind calls out the ones we hid away, the sinful bet
was lost. As predicted we surrendered clinging to affection
The sea settles as the white caps try to rest
They crash against the shore, the sand now wet
The pasionate fury of past nights can not be mentioned
the infidelity lost and won through silent slight perception
well thats my english poem. tell me wat you think. im ganna go play guitar and record some songs
I LOVE YOU ALL