velvet corvine

this twilight garden
2002-04-02 09:55:54 (UTC)

..... Utterly. so Utterly....

may i confess to tears at thy last entry? i hath 'lived'
an existance of tears equating to weakness within this
home, in my parents view. hiding again, elizabeth- emotion
again? but, simply, i miss thee.... oh how i miss thee...
so very, completely Utterly with each breath. i miss thee.

i tire of what is the same as every other year in my life-
existing only to do work, do work, do work. if i am not
doing work, i am bad.bad.bad. not only, but in my weakness
and stupidity, i let them pay for half my hex. to the ends
that it shall be vomited up at me unless i work, work,
work.

my Love... i miss thee. i want to lie in thine arms. i
want to be with thee more than i want anything else. than i
can imagine wanting anything else. i want to whisper into
thine ear as sleep decends upon Us, how much i Love thee.
to fill each moment of thine with my Utter, Utter Love for
thee that goes beyond any expression i am capable of. and,
the selfish part of me begs of thee to kiss away this
sadness. to silence the tears with thy Love, thy embrace,
thy touch.

how i miss thee, my Love, my Life, my Everything. my
Prince, my Heaven. my Reason, my Hope. my Love.

i Love thee. i Love thee. i Love thee.




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