Her skin is like fresh paper,
frail, unwritten, white;
it whispers of a story
I might want to write
I find no flaws, no traces
upon this tempting skin;
the bruises have long faded
the scars lay now within
But as I trail my fingers
across the trembling shapes,
I can feel her haunted
by all her past mistakes
What manner of a story
could I possibly write
upon this wounded landscape
now seeking to take flight?
How could my clumsy affection
erase her hidden ghosts?
Tell me, how could I guide her
to pleasure's sunny coasts?
I'm powerless before them,
those scars she hides inside,
those lingering compulsions
to which she must
hgngpvgmgp OMG Jersey was AMAZING!
It was like it was back at Jamboree... All the memories we had were connected with Jamboree and then I was back with them and it was so surreal!
I WANT TO GO BACK. LIKE NOW PLEASE
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Oh yeah.. Happy Christmas and Hope you have a Great New Year..
I need to print a Christmas card for my Dad D: ooops ^.^
OMGOMGOMG.. Jersey in a Week :D
best. Christmas.present.EVER!
Seeing Jamboree friends is going to be great.. everything we built up, and lost in a few hours.. will be back for a day.
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Okay.. so since the Jamboree..
This holiday seems like s***. I've been doing a load of preparations for my presentation on it.. and now. I miss it like hell. Reading my diary, looking through pictures and all my swaps. . . CRY! I mean. . . I really really want to cry. I miss it that much!
I could have gone to Jersey.. to meet up with these guys that I met there. However, they aren't free. . . and now they're saying to wait until the summer to meet up. :'( WHICH IS AGES AWAY. When I had to say goodbye to them I walked off crying. . . I hoped so much that I'd see them again.. It's not really looking like that any more. I Loved them. They'r