I am drifting in
I want this and I want that
but I miss her
I miss her shimmering soul in my view
The depression is eating me alive
and all I can do is lie here in my dreams.
She shimmers in my dreams
all opium smoke and glitter eyeliner
a combination of memory and remembered fantasy
of pebble beaches and Agean Sea
Blue skies and ocean wind
Aqua and Radiohead and fast cars and manic all night
gorgeous lips and firm hips against mine
soft hair, dark hair, deep eyes against the pale, pale skin
You can never get enough of this stuff.
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Tragic the Pixie @ 11/19/2005 06:06:00 PM
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