A lover's TouchStanding on the edge Looking down the cliff side, The sky is a milky painting ofA lover's Touch
Pinks, reds, oranges, and blues. I had warched him kiss her As if warching through a window of time. Over and over the scene whirls through my mind, Their embrace is in the clouds. The needle rocks would take my pain, But never could they comfort me, Never mend my broken heart, Not take the place of my secret lover's touch.
| I have many names that I have picked up from different worlds. I have taking a liking to Nette. I am just a lonely nobody trying to find my light. |
Devious Journal Entry
Distracted
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