Without You

angelsShe had been studying his eyes for years, but this particular afternoon she couldn't quite come to the conclusion if they were pools of blue or gray. His glance was foggy, and the emotions that swam like fish in his iris's paved way for heaped teaspoonfuls of confusion and angst. His eyes appeared something so beautiful she never imagined being priviledged to look into them. She had witness the sun setting atop of mountains, she had experienced tropic storms and the brief survilence of rainbows that followed their finales. She had witnessed the seven wonders of the world, but but none of these had compared to the specks of green in his eyes.angels
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"Mirthless is this wandering through
Hollow days
Like a pale ghost I waste away in
This foul world"
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The moving finger writes; and having writ,
Moves on:nor all thy piety not wit
Shall lure it back to cancel half a line,
Nor all thy Tears wash out a word of it.
}Demented Angel{ >inevitably cute<
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you know how hard it can be to keep
believing in me when everything and
everyone becomes my enemy...
[link]
~trish~
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Love is just Love", it can never be explained.
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regrets are worthless.
[link]
do you mind if I ask why?
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: : Bruno : :
my Web Site
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:missmisery: shards of me too sharp to put back together
:iconback-to-the-future:
I DONT SEE YOU AND IT BLOWS!
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:missmisery: shards of me too sharp to put back together
:iconback-to-the-future:
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