Beramode, блог «Faded Fantasy»
The city is peopled
with spirits, not ghosts, O my love:
Though they crowded between
and usurped the kiss of my mouth
their breath was your gift,
their beauty, your life.
Beramode, блог «Faded Fantasy»
- Why are you looking at me that way?
- Because there is nothing оn this earth that’s better than you.
Beramode, блог «Faded Fantasy»
Friendship arises out of mere Companionship when two or more of the companions discover that they have in common some insight or interest or even taste which the others do not share and which, till that moment, each believed to be his own unique treasure (or burden). The typical expression of opening Friendship would be something like, ‘What? You too? I thought I was the оnly оne.’
Beramode, блог «Faded Fantasy»
To touch my tongue I know someone who could serve me love But it wouldn’t fill me up
Beramode, блог «Faded Fantasy»
Maybe she doesn’t know how else to be; except to be good. But, if that’s the case, she’s murderously good. Cannot expunge her dark, demonic side. оnly keep it hidden.
Beramode, блог «Faded Fantasy»
I gave you my young, living soul. And that gift left me empty within - soulless.
Beramode, блог «Faded Fantasy»
I came to look оn you as a thing hallowed. You became for me a sacred being, not to be touched save in adoring thoughts.
Beramode, блог «Faded Fantasy»
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