I drink to home, that is lost,
To evil life of mine,
To loneness in which we’re both,
And to your future, fine, --

To lips by which I was betrayed,
To eyes that deathly cold,
To that that the world is bad and that
We were not saved by God.

Anna Pav "Golden Peacock" Tender - 14 years, 11 months, 2 days ago

When the dirt sifts
Feelings don't completely disappear...
Time just buries them.
Every once in a while, the dirt sifts and before we know it, one of those past feeling that we believed INEXISTENT gets loose and flies around, relishing the freedom it used to have and hits us with a tidal wave of emotion before we manage to put it back in its place.
And all of a sudden...
... you smile
... you cry
... you laugh like a madman
Anna Pav "Golden Peacock" Tender - 15 years, 1 month, 2 days ago

you say, you love the rain...but when it's rainy, you open an umbrella
you say, you love the wind...but at the wind gust, you lift up your collar
you say, you love the sun...but when its sunny , you hide in the shade
you say, you love me...that's frightens me.
Anna Pav "Golden Peacock" Tender - 15 years, 6 months, 8 days ago