Step in, Step out. Look into my crystal ball.
mademoiselle Zara, 140990 hotmail/facebook/tumblr Dysfunctional in my stupor, but if you look beneath the surface, you'd find whimsical serendipity. — Excuse me while I kiss the sky Poetry Men see things in a box, and women see them in a round room. Exits Allure Bloom Crane Denotation Enigmatism Flair Grace Hope Initiation Archives October 2008 November 2008 December 2008 January 2009 February 2009 March 2009 April 2009 May 2009 June 2009 July 2009 October 2009 November 2009 December 2009 February 2010 Credits ©Glamouresque.	Sunday, November 8, 2009, 12:39 AM O where thou art thy phantom you may be? Can't you see the stars weep? They twinkle less as days go by, Without you, there can be no ecstasy. By love's call, I have chose to deny, Though this aching can't tell no lies. You have curse my inner soul, Your poison I have drank, Now I'm in limbo. Swore to thy sun, thy earth and thy sky, I will walk this world alone. With thy broken wings, I cannot take flight. You haunt me in my every dream, For thy wish I could have control. To banish you at the gates, For you, I am love's biggest fool. My garden sings a lonesome song, My birds hide silently in their cages. My flowers are coloured with no response. My candlelight burns deeper, Hoping to somehow draw your attention. My forsaken phantom, are you there? Because this solitary night is just full of despair. Like a rose, I float in the jar Discolour I burn from red to blue. My magic's almost gone, Our time is almost up. They say ''To love and be loved'' Guess I'm just rose in the jar, Dying to love for thy phantom. written on, nov 2, 2009 monday 3:18am
But baby, where they knock you down and out Is where you oughta stay