Hehehe
I finally figured out the shapes I want and have cut them onto my body.
Silver and Gold
Silver and Gold
Which would thoust prefer fair maiden?
None sir, none.
For all that's gold weeps underneath.
The silver drowns in the moon
and neither knows such of love.
Why maiden oh fair,
how dost thou know of such sorrow?
I have swam the mile between the soul
and never opened the doors of light nor dark.
I am desreet and incomplete
therefore no metal shall posess this heart.
My heart shall be of tears and mist.
My heart will bleed what it shall miss.
For when time comes I shall prevail.
The night shall take me
and a star
oh such a glorious star I shall become
My shining laughter shall never fail.
That good sir is why love makes us wail.
That was thoust question, twas it not?
-blink blink- Aye fair lass.
And none shall I know for myself.
Well then good sir,
we make a good night and day.
Let us go...
entwining arms and legs
but never holding hands.
-Le Sigh- I finally got to cry two tears. Better than nothing. I buried the hurt too quickly. Tsk tsk. I really shouldn't have. It was just really disappointing that we had made plans then they were broken without a second thought. I know now that each of us had doubt in our hearts and weaknesses that surfaced two days before (at least) but that was what we were coming together for. That's the most frustrating part. Instead of relying on us like the supposed sisters to be we were, we fell apart. Knowing that we couldn't be leaned on before, there is no point in trying it now. My mind cannot even speak the word. It took me a while to even call my true sister a sister and now I am unfairly punishing her. I wish I could say it but I know she understands. I will get better with time. I will be able to call her with warmth "sister." The others I cannot. I don't know how long it'll take. I will heal. I know I can. There shall be no dearest ever again though. It scars me. They are still dear but there is no longer a title dearest. Only dears and my sister. I would have been fine cancelling it upon different circumstances. I understand we couldn't meet but really? Seriously? I still reach out when I crumble. I walk slowly but at least I talk.
