She was honest but yet undecided, decided though changed her mind, created a moment but backed out
The only thing left to do was to be dishonest with herself and give in to his honesty
The honesty that came from the dishonesty of his own self-perspecutive
Which was swayed by years of disbelief in his lack of practice of persecution
This moment
This time they left no space for creativity but pursuing the desire of the unknown
The unexplored between the jungle of there own minds
The chaos of the growth that was planted by their own hands
Only to slowly flood the the wilderness covering up the beauty that yet was to flourish from within
Waiting, waiting is all he has till the water has lowered its tide
Showing the new path that was created from the weight from his own mind
Creating the moment and ceasing in the same
The decision of boldness is not created but taken and written in the contour of her face
The shock of why and what it may or may have stirred in the *** of emotional desires
Has yet to fully boil into her perfection of madness
Making the moves to continue on the waiting list or to retire from the list that was created
This was the question of the hour the minute that it took to make the decision of indecision
The decision of courage to over come thoughts of respected space and leave non to be had
The edge of desire is what kept him going with the guts original pattern
The one that could not only pull for miles but stretch across the globe
This is when it was made, be it either the chaos, the problems, or even the grand scheme of it all to unlikely succeed
Nov 11, 2014
Nov 11, 2014 at 2:00 AM UTC
She was honest but yet undecided, decided though changed her mind, created a moment but backed out
The only thing left to do was to be dishonest with herself and give in to his honesty
The honesty that came from the dishonesty of his own self-perspecutive
Which was swayed by years of disbelief in his lack of practice of persecution
This moment
This time they left no space for creativity but pursuing the desire of the unknown
The unexplored between the jungle of there own minds
The chaos of the growth that was planted by their own hands
Only to slowly flood the the wilderness covering up the beauty that yet was to flourish from within
Waiting, waiting is all he has till the water has lowered its tide
Showing the new path that was created from the weight from his own mind
Creating the moment and ceasing in the same
The decision of boldness is not created but taken and written in the contour of her face
The shock of why and what it may or may have stirred in the *** of emotional desires
Has yet to fully boil into her perfection of madness
Making the moves to continue on the waiting list or to retire from the list that was created
This was the question of the hour the minute that it took to make the decision of indecision
The decision of courage to over come thoughts of respected space and leave non to be had
The edge of desire is what kept him going with the guts original pattern
The one that could not only pull for miles but stretch across the globe
This is when it was made, be it either the chaos, the problems, or even the grand scheme of it all to unlikely succeed
