Melissa (jenixx) wrote, @ 2005-02-19 23:18:00

Current mood:	enthralled
Current music:	These Good People- The Gathering

i made it mine.
Fill it up with my cold dread.
I'd rather be dead, than be caught by you.
You stole it before i could make it mine.
But you were tossed away with ridicule.
And now i have a taste of it.
I miss the kiss that meant so little.
It was thrown in your face.
...Stop the games.

Forgive Winter. It Stole My Soul Again.

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