| `savannaa nothing promised, no regrets. Voulez-vous? |


be gentle with meBe gentle with me, for my hips bruise easily. Be gentle with me, for my veins are clear to see. Please don't hurt me, for my heart its that of glass, please don't abuse my love, for it takes time for the storm to pass.be gentle with me
My fingers and back are boney, I really don't mind being lonely. My hair is weak like straw, This is considered one of my many flaws.
My heart and body are fragile, I am no longer agile. Please don't get close to me, My problems are too many to see.


Relaxation, SerenitySitting, watching the waves crashing against the concrete wall, Listening to the gentle tang of the halyards, the whistle of the mast heads. One deep breath. The smell of the ocean, the salt water, the fresh sea air. Exhale. Relaxation, serenity. Now I am released, free. The sensation of the cool salt water splashing against your face, Do you feel the rush? Watching the sunset over the clear ocean, The only shadows cast are the art of the sailboats in the distance. Relaxation, serenity.Relaxation, Serenity


Chad and Savanna's poem.bleeding sun on clearest of nights, laying in your arms, mind free of frights. zealous thoughts tear at forgiving sky, whispering to one another, desiring no reply.Chad and Savanna's poem.
no strife, that will block our way, for love is the feeling that together, we portray. locked in times swaying embrace, closing my eyes, still seeing your sweet face.
feverish lust for her lips, ever so pure, looking in your eyes, my love for you, i ensure. from aobve the love bird calls ever so softly, one couldn't feel as strongly, as I do for thee.


You'll Go On UnknowingDear Army Boy, I gave you two years of my life and you gave me frantic nights in the backseat of your jeep and the boombox scene from Say Anything outside of my very own window and a peanut-butter picnic with our tongues trapped to the roof of our mouths and a february star. Do you remember that you got a speeding ticket on our very first date? or how much we hated Wicker-man? or how I made you promise to never go squirrel hunting again because I hated the thought of you shooting something. And then you joined the military.You'll Go On Unknowing
You taught me to love my fla
The Arising
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I never made a scene. They came to me.
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pirate, skulls and bones - sticks and stones and weed and bombs
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sk8 tough !
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pirate, skulls and bones - sticks and stones and weed and bombs
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sk8 tough !
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