petite angel
Agressive me with words of simplicity. I love failures as much as my honour, for I wish to assure them. Don't haste me to move on with my life, I'll pace up when time's up. I'll pay twice the effort and sincerity to compensate what I missed out then.
Friday, July 29, 2005
Wednesday, July 27, 2005
Sunday, July 17, 2005
Gift
Months under his care, I've more to return than just mere gratitude. His selflessness guiding of my starving yet naive soul, means noth' but signifies my flaws to my disability to love. I witness the esscense of love, evacuating the void of my aimless pace in the creepy breeze. I'm no longer a beauty to the eyes of being, in hope that I'd never have to display noth' ever. Only you.
~Petite Fille~