Love is transparent The sounds it makes are silent It tastes like the wind of Atlantis It smells like every lost fragrance And it feels like a forgotten dance -and all that makes love gone is the smell of your hair, or the way that you speak and the way that I stare. And every moment that we had just evaporated then, a choice was made, a road was paved over the heart of a woman.
Ariel Scary[L] · Tue Feb 27, 2007 @ 07:08pm · 0 Comments |