Sitting out under the night sky with the stars above me brings my soul peace, giving me the tranquillity that allows me to think. The phases of the moon mirrors my heart's reflections.
I lifted my skirts and petticoats to make it easier for my lover. His lips disapeared from mine and he kissed my pale neck again. His hair brushing against my porcelain skin.
(By Conan.White and Dark Fox) Placing all my past loves in a box Never helped Things were never that defined Nor ever what they were meant to be My hurt always real Never to disappear
