Wednesday, February 15, 2006

Blade for a thorn.

[GO AWAY, Don't REad this. get lost][ Harticus will get you if i don't]

I distance myself from the roses because i know it pains you to see me walk amoung their thorns. What hurts you hurts me, thus I choose to forsaken all roses but thee. So much so, that I shant even breathe any rose but thee.
Why? My poor heart yearns to know, Why does thou choose to frolic in the bed of blades? It kills me to see thy body cut agaisnt the edges. Why does thou continue to let my heart remain in agony? Did i not protect thee valiantly enough? Did i cut thee by mistake? Why does thou stand strong in their defense, but ready to break my steel at a moment's notice? It breaketh my heart, but i hide it from thee, it tortures my mind, but i hide it form thee, my soul it chains, but i hide it from thee.
I shall remain silent, not a finger shall i raise in protest. I guess, as long as thou art happy, i've done my duty's call.

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