I do not like the Mirror,for it is not my friend,
it dosen't show my begining,nor can I see my end,
The Mirror is Honest and daring,but not too very caring,
the pain and strife,throughout my life,
and how I came to be, the man that I now see,
No,I don't like this… Continue
Holding tightly,the one of your Dreams,
Bounding so lightly,through whispered screams,
Looking past those silent tears,
Forgotten at last,those hidden fears,
Whispered dreams into quite ears,
nibbled on, throughout the years,
Warm Embrace of Silk and Lace,
Feather's caress of a Glowing face,
Leather's caress on a lower… Continue