The fall
She glides in mystery, that Enchantress from the Heavens. Ensnaring hearts and keeping them....my poor heart was her third. Her gaze intoxictes me beyond the wildest wines, her touch, electric, awakens sensation long dead and forgotten. My butterfly, never truely mine, but she can be no one elses, her wings too frail, only I know how to hold her. Is it love....i know not...then what is it that i feel, neither the words of my tongue nor the scribblings of my pen could translate what goes in my soul...God help me...I am falling.....
posted by El | 10:26 PM
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Even though you let me fly free, a sliver of the spider's web ties me to you. It holds so weakly, it might break at the slightest tug. But I don't want to fly far, so I shall always remain close. I may wander and breathe the air, but I'd come home.
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