And if thats the case
Then let me be,
Let me go untasted, unfulfilled;
And if that breeds bitterness,
I'd rather that than
Share your sweetness with the world in general
And her in particular.
ran
The Warrior Maiden signed up, and the group was complete.
We're going to need your back-story, they told her.
She fluttered her eyelashes, and everyone grinned. She was going to be that sort of Warrior Maiden, was she? I was raised in a small village, she said, and my father was a farmer. (My mother died giving birth to me, but that's an issue we don't have to deal with.) I took up the bow to protect our farm from raiders, and I took up the sword because I wanted to. I now seek adventure and a cause, hoping to find meaning and purpose to my life. She pauses, tilts her head. Her breastplate is making her slightly uncomfortable. I suppose I c
Can you believe the way
In which the life grows grey
And fades away in you?
We're here
Just happy to be here.
Living for the moment
Craving for the glance
And nothing more.
Writing romance
On a piece of time.
Then jump onto another
And color it the same
Or differently…
By the same sweet childish dreams
We always have.
They say we're crazy
But how can they not say it?
When we live so much differently
From them?
And they think we have nothing
But we have it all
Time is ours.
We colored it in many shapes
And lines
According to our state of mind.
Life is ours
Just the way we want to
Thinking about tomorrow
As another d