difranco

It was projectary landing presumed by the flight path. It landed predominently in the hearts way. Leading to subtle unconsciousness. The darts journey was aimed with unknowing accuracy, it caused failure to function-not disimilar to a broken heart. I.E. A broken heart without the mess. She signed with another invisible tear. The cause of said failure stood dignified like "John Wayne".. her feet apart and proud, a swagger impending. Oxygen was trapped within the stomach of the body. Lord knows how it got there.

Merely speculation that began the quest. A divided intuition about the facts given; such inquisity caused wars among men. The strangers stood, staring at the light in the sky, they argued about it's source. Some said it was an angel, subtle - watching over those blessed. Others argued it was of an extraneous origin, possibly alien like source.

There began the days of the hunt. Love was turned into a fox and then men the dogs. Curiosity was merely the horses, riding after untamed savages without choice but to follow like slaves. The days broke the men- they searched high and low for the source of the light; some say it was the burden of not knowing that caused many defeat. one was left standing before the beginning, a broken heart shattered in the hands of the owner. Then leads the scene of today. The arrow, dark, poison... found its way into a single heart and caused destruction. Chest pains now adhore each moment.

Love became a speculation. And people the spectators. Over rated and under-adored, we blatently ignored love's feelings.

butterfly


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How is anyone at designing tattoos.... a back piece? Mid to jus below shoulders.. black design-gothic stance. I need some new ideas...

I know I'm into you,
I don't know what to do.
When We Talk,
I feel like i died twice.