send feedback   TO WHOM IT MAY CONCERN Letter to Hermione The hand that wrote this letter Sweeps the pillow clean So rest your head and read a treasured dream I care for no one else but you I tear my soul to cease the pain I think maybe you feel the same What can we do? I'm not quite sure what we're supposed to do So I've been writing just for you They say your life is going very well They say you sparkle like a different girl But something tells me that you hide When all the world is warm and tired You cry a little in the dark Well so do I I'm not quite sure what you're supposed to say But I can see it's not okay He makes you laugh He brings you out in style He treats you well And makes you up real fine And when he's strong He's strong for you And when you kiss It's something new But did you ever call my name Just by mistake? I'm not quite sure what I'm supposed to do So I'll just write some love to you --DB comment Comments: It started with a kiss, Setting light to my dormant fireworks, Could this be love? Or is it a gust of passion? Allow me to search - amongst my anger Let me continue to travel to you in my caravan. Thro’ life I have moved so often with my caravan, Searching for that special kiss Arriving amidst a sea of anger. Because my fairness produces violence and fireworks Though in my heart I seek passion (I’ve had this so what?) Is this love? Does it exist in my tired caravan, this love? So I moved it and trailed with my tired caravan. With a quest to experience so many a different passion. Always starting with that ‘promising’ kiss. And in someway it happens .. fireworks. But why Oh why does my fairness attract such anger? With my hips I tame it, with my mouth I insight it – anger. I proclaim it, I devour it, I want it, this is love. He took me there, I felt it, my body ignited a whole box of fireworks. In the shelter of my mansion, I abandoned my caravan, I stand at his feet, never was it more felt, that kiss – Of true heart and mind en-cremed with passion. But alas was it just ‘my’ passion? Jealousy breeds anger, My perfume now detracts from our kiss. What about tonight? Where’s my text, where’s ‘my’ love? Evicted from my mansion, I huggle inside my caravan. No fuel, no gas. Where’s my match to light the fireworks? Sleep and memories bring back the colours. My fireworks. My thoughts, dreads, fears and regrets. Is now my passion? The AA are my salvation. Help me move this caravan. I try to forget, am I that sad? Did I believe this shit. What’s this now – anger. “No. One day you’ll find him.” Mother said “True love And it will start with a kiss”. Allow him in – give him the match, set alight those fireworks. If he’s right, you won’t look back in anger. But I gave him the key, he gave me passion, I gave him hope and love. Where’s my rescue? I need my caravan. Text me tonight and please text me a kiss. # posted by  Anonymous : 9 March 2007 at 01:51   I hate meat pies. # posted by  Anonymous : 9 March 2007 at 01:52   Post a Comment

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