If you want to see and be seen, then be seen. Your dress is dark red and your opening eyes are bright green. Make a scene, but don’t lie on the bed, laid out like you’re dead, because honey, you’re murdering me. Be a little sheep learning who’ll shear and who’ll feed. The hands come and they leave. Be hands holding a knife. Be a being on two feet, with his heart trembling, butchering for a king he believes in though he’s never seen. Be the princess in that stone tower, crying for that handsome butcher’s plight (and, as some princess might, she still calls him a knight.) But the best thing for you would be queen, so be queen. You’re all that I need. Though I know that it never can be, I’d be pleased to post your decrees, to fall at your knees, to name all your streets and to sit down and weep when you’re carried back through them and set down to sleep, and to lie by your side for sublime centuries (until we crumble to dust when we’re crushed by a single sun) see through my lies,and see that i truely love you. It's a story about a a man who loves a woman but can't give her everything she deserves so is content to simply be by her side. It's True None The Less,But How Can I Make You Feel The Same About Me?

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Anonymous Thu 27 Dec 2007 21:32

har du skrivit den där?

Fitz Thu 27 Dec 2007 21:33

maybe

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