Saturday, November 13, 2010

Sway.

Upon realising it, one's standards are high.

One wants the perfect build, the perfect romance, the perfect experience. Everything.

Discomfort was brought to the one who has tried to support her from the background.

Given that chance, the restless one will be able to grant that wish and maybe even to a greater extent.

But as he stands, the grassy knoll sways, the trees ruffle, and she said goodnight...without him replying back, knowing that his beating red heart was wavering and drowning, yet again.

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