I feel fucked so I wrote a poem. Yeah, I only write poems when I feel bad, otherwise nothing comes out, really. Actually, Silvery 'wrote' this, it's about her current feelings. Which are a lot worse than mine.
Drops of virgin snow upon,
The charcoal grief beneath her eyes
Eternal insomniac, doomed to dream
About horror and fatal, aching wounds
Frozen heart eagarly beating for,
A love that lasts a lifetime
Eternal fortuneteller, doomed to dream
And face the evil of an unholy curse
Night after night the angel comes,
Spreading broken wings above her head
Tears of blood fall far below
The ending of one's final path
8O 'Tis beautiful <3 --
'Tis beautiful <3
-- Dannii <3
Thanks... To pray is to
To pray is to believe, to believe is to purify one's soul
To pray is to believe, to believe is to purify one's soul
"My fae, what might your
Silvery let's out a deep
To pray is to believe, to believe is to purify one's soul
To pray is to believe, to believe is to purify one's soul
Wow. Sounds like Silvery and
Sounds like Silvery is gonna
Even though people say you can't escape your fate, fate lies in one's own hands. At least, that's my vision in 'the deer world.' (irl I tend to believe in fate)
To pray is to believe, to believe is to purify one's soul
To pray is to believe, to believe is to purify one's soul
If my mood didn't plummet,
Okay x3 To pray is to
To pray is to believe, to believe is to purify one's soul
To pray is to believe, to believe is to purify one's soul
Silvery...sweet fae, I
I wish sleep meant as much
To pray is to believe, to believe is to purify one's soul
To pray is to believe, to believe is to purify one's soul