She bends for him. She touches his skin. She moves mountains and travels across deserts. She has done so alone. Moving like the snake, one step closer. But no one sees. They all think she'll screw up again. They have not faith. She has none either. They don't sell jars of faith. Just jars of confusion and dispair. Often those are handed out. No one buys them. Everyone gets them. She's no magical princess, she has no spells. She's merely a broken and poor excuse for a mortal...but you already knew that...
 Made27 · Wed Feb 23, 2005 @ 03:39am · 0 Comments |
