worn-out astronaut.
Had A Life Before GSB
Age: 32
Gender: Female
Posts: 28177
  | January 5th, 2008 at 10:45am A town where the roofs are red
And mountains blue, such a place
Could be heaven with you.
In the mid December we would be walking
On broken decorations and pretend its snow,
Who would ever know?
You could hold my hand and I would say
That the wool doesn’t itch,
You always carry the bags after all.
I would kiss your lips,
Though damaged by the cold
And the baroque Graz would cry with love once more. |
bi_bu_ra
Rotting On Here
Age: 33
Gender: Female
Posts: 49428
| January 8th, 2008 at 02:12pm Omg awesome. <3 |
worn-out astronaut.
Had A Life Before GSB
Age: 32
Gender: Female
Posts: 28177
| January 10th, 2008 at 08:38am Thanks  |
Inari
King For A Couple Of Days
Age: 37
Gender: Female
Posts: 2538 | March 23rd, 2008 at 07:20pm Wow. Such a powerful, beautiful piece. You have such a wonderful way with words that I'm so envious of.
In the mid December we would be walking
On broken decorations and pretend its snow,
Who would ever know?
You could hold my hand and I would say
That the wool doesn’t itch,
You always carry the bags after all.
I adore those lines. There's something so rebellious and touching about them. |
worn-out astronaut.
Had A Life Before GSB
Age: 32
Gender: Female
Posts: 28177
| March 27th, 2008 at 10:14am thanks.  |
