This room has seen
us to the last.
The years have cast our meetings here
as images on frosted glass
with raindrop spray.
Our secret past is sealed away
inside a dream…
This room has seen a place
where I belonged to you,
and you alone belonged to me.
Such love is true apparently
inside this room.
This room has seen me spread my wings
and writhe beneath your welcome weight,
has heard me scream,
has watched me quake.
Then when it seemed that I would break,
this room, like sanctuary made
the burn recede.
It dulled the blade.
This room has seen
our last goodbye,
has watched me tangled up inside
your scent,
your smile,
your emerald green.
But I have wiped the surface clean
and still don’t know just what you mean
by ‘every happiness’.







You know…
mmmmm…
*Purring*
me, neither…
You make me smile
You have the same effect on me
When they still say you know, they don’t
( no offense Sam)
non taken, I know exactly what you mean.. but still, she knows…
This is so confusing, Adira. I’m glad you figured it out.
I got you girl