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i didn't write this, but it is beautiful. all credit goes to superfrail at deviantart (http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/13163112/).
if her smile is spun to gold,
in that furnace-heart of
molten rock and flower petals,
his alchemic hands (though tired of ages)
find rest in her silver words
and lasting sheen.
he traces sleepy eyes along her gossamer
lustre lips as she whispers songs
into the near-dark
while the stillness of earth-bound ethereals
and angels of the under-halls
bring him thus to slumber
Today I'm going to play monopoly. This should be brilliant. :D
I wish my stomach would stop hurting!
Go time.
if her smile is spun to gold,
in that furnace-heart of
molten rock and flower petals,
his alchemic hands (though tired of ages)
find rest in her silver words
and lasting sheen.
he traces sleepy eyes along her gossamer
lustre lips as she whispers songs
into the near-dark
while the stillness of earth-bound ethereals
and angels of the under-halls
bring him thus to slumber
Today I'm going to play monopoly. This should be brilliant. :D
I wish my stomach would stop hurting!
Go time.