

Saturday NightAnd the Moon Cried on a Saturday Night Or A Tragic Hymn for Young Lovers in Seven PartsSaturday Night
~Part 1. Prelude to the End~ I sat up by the bus stop, drunk as can be. You were drunk too, a lil less than me. Both our eyes saw each other. Oh, I just had to laugh.
And the Moon would have cried on that Saturday night. Just too only know that we wont have a fight. And I guess, I guess the Sunday morning sun will have to wait a lil more.
~Part 2. Discovering the End~ A lil time h


The Secret GardenThe Secret GardenThe Secret Garden
We all live in a secret garden, where we laugh, play, and dream. The stars will shine in all nights time along the roaring sea.
The lasting time we all get is for a short while, to see the old suns gay rays cross the horizon to set.
Listen to the gentle sound of a damsel fly fluttering, a bee buzzing, or the wild wind blowing.
We all live in a secret garden, where we learn to be patient, dream, and love. We watch the fireflies dance around the blue bell flowers and the meta
you can ignore the gaia pm, I found you!!!
And now I welcome you to Deviant art!!
--
Did you know that "Holmes and Watson" is an anagram of "Noted Slash Woman"?
Previous PageNext Page