Eat it all up.

Oh dear me, it's not really like you to quiver so slightly at the sight of her face, is it?


Time freezes, and lonely ghosts of a distant memory come out and play under the autumn night breeze.

A cup of water trembles without being touched; a soul stands still in admiration.

Fingers sliding on a sweat-stained keyboard; tears condensed into sounds of "click-clack".




There's no one to cut this feeling up and share it with.​

 

nothing interesting here besides your signature. And I didn't find any original post link. You sux! <3

 

Poetry contest, so coming up. Trololololo <3333

1 week. 1st second and third place prices.. bwahaha.