January 09, 2011
January 04, 2011
When You Ruled My World...
You left me on the seashore, with foreign winds,
I was the queen of this now broken castle
And now I wait with just a sword in my hand, wait for your battleships
I fear we'd never have our battle
That you'd take my fight by leaving me in peace
By sailing in a different direction
You'd kill me by letting me live
That I would never be able to save my soul
I was the queen of this now broken castle
And now I wait with just a sword in my hand, wait for your battleships
I fear we'd never have our battle
That you'd take my fight by leaving me in peace
By sailing in a different direction
You'd kill me by letting me live
That I would never be able to save my soul
December 31, 2010
December 28, 2010
The Night You Saved My Soul...
I have a wish for 2011. I hope I can have enough courage to express my emotions. To say exactly what I want to, to do exactly what I feel like, in "real life". Too much happiness is already lost for I was too scared to let me be. I was too scared to let the real me out. I wish I can find courage to be vulnerable. Courage enough to laugh, cry, hate and love, without restraint.
Whipped Cream...
I'd bake fancy cream cakes for us and we'd sit on the river bank on a checkered cloth, red and white checks, and I don't know what else we'd do, but maybe we'd read the latest cake recipes and we'd argue about the proportions. I like more butter in my cake. You'd talk about precision. Mmm...I'd like that, arguing with you. And we'd eat cake once the sun would rise high above our heads. And we'd spend the whole afternoon licking the cream off each other's fingers. And then when the sun would dip lower in the sky, maybe we'd take a swim in the river. No, maybe you should take a swim and I'll watch, watch the water flow over your body. Yes, I would like watching you very much. Maybe you could convince me to join you too, but only after I have watched you enough. Should we head back home now? I think I would be a bit tired after all. Oh yes, ginger tea would be just what I would need. And maybe we'd end the day by baking some more cakes. Yes, I think I would like that. It would be our perfect cake day.
December 27, 2010
Flying Beneath the Birds...
One drop of courage, that's it, and the story would have been different.
You're a fool. The biggest ever.
Love,
A
You're a fool. The biggest ever.
Love,
A
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