Sep 27, 2006 00:40
Raven haired Prize
taken, dropped, taken, and dropped again
my turn
It's your fault
you lost your prize
I picked up the treasure
you left behind
you said you loved
then let go
now you regret?
Three changes
that's the charm
apparently not for you
It's just my luck
that it is for me.
My precious love
obsidian eyes like jewels
Hair like silk
Soft skin and a voice like velvet.
He is not a prize to be won
feeble attempts are
VOID and
NULL
Don't seek revenge
you gave up your claims
You had your chance
wash your hands of it
I'd keep my treasure
locked in a box,
morals prevent me from
drastic measures
so to you,
wolves in sheep's skin,
is where you leave;
empty handed
treasure less.
I know that doesn't make much sense, but throw me a bone here! I've been up since 4 this morning and it's 12:37 (according to my Mac clock) and I have a 9am class! JOY
Feedback is welcome <3 thanks
*edit* I found my original draft so I added it in there. Hope it makes a little more sense now. ^_^;