As thy sit in a self degrading spooky hollow corner which none can see unless thou be a child running in frear from a drunken parent's rage Thy restless heart aches in a pain so deep and powerful no words candescribe While thy cold deep ocean blue eyes turn to a soft sorrow-filled sky blue Which is followed by pationate buring tears that pain thy redened delicate cheeks in streaks of longingful vanity. The old floor boards creek as thy souls beloved comes to comfort thee by whispering sweet nothings and holding thee close but thy fear words shall not be spoken. An unforeseen delightful heart-filled body caressing hug is given as a welcome instead of a deeply pationate toung tied kiss which both souls long for. That embrace brings forth thy madened lifeless soul which desperately cries out toward the gentle warmth which hides secretly yet helplessly in thy soul's beloved. If found, both fearful souls may find the slightest comfort which is hidden in their true love. That true love alone has the special capabilitiy which shall overpower both dreaded souls longingness for death. Then both petty beloved souls may finally exist with joyous harmony in eternity rather than in unbearable desolate solitude. But how the courage of these fearful beloved souls is to be broung about to tell of the hidden pation between one another is a mystery, as big of a mystery as someone putting a price on one of the lost sacred souls of the unsinkable HMS Titanic's haunted remains.
Reason for writing:
One day I sat alone, fearing what the future may bring. I looked upon my past few weeks and just started writing.
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