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Wednesday, May 10, 2006

Talking to Belle is lovely! The more I think about stuff, the more confused I get, yet in that confusion, I experience clarity that I have never before felt. It's strange actually to realize so many things about myself in such a short amount of time. Well I should be mugging for Biology. Bye.


Confessional:


Entwined fingers
We're puppets
To his game
Forgive us lord


A breath apart
Lips nearly touch
Dancing to his song
Forgive us lord


Reach for my hand
Heart, skip a beat
Morals lie in shambles
Forgive us lord.


Confessional from hell
We return to normalcy
A moment, a choice to rebel
Sealed in a kiss goodbye.


A sigh escapes parted lips
Heavy breaths
Control takes a back seat
Forgive us lord


Not a word shall pass
They bear no meaning
His dark tendrils enrapture
Forgive us lord


Limbs entangled
Sheen of sweat
Moving under his command
Forgive us lord.


Confessional from hell
We return to normalcy
A moment, a choice to rebel
Sealed in a kiss goodbye.



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