the flaming sword of the BITTERThe softest, most cruel, finest collections of drippings and shavings of the BITTER. Redux.Unrequited- April 28, 2008 Damion Rice- Accidental Babies. Well I held you like a lover Happy hands and your elbow in the appropriate place And we ignored our others, happy plans For that delicate look upon your face Our bodies moved and hardened Hurting parts of your garden With no room for a pardon In a place where no one knows what we have done Do you come Together ever with him And is he dark enough Enough to see your light And do you brush your teeth before you kiss Do you miss my smell And is he bold enough to..http://bitter.truegeek.org/archives/2008/04/unrequited.html |