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In your eyes I am lost, a soul without cause
I want to just whisper and take this love slow
If you could even call it love
You are a sharleton and what am I but a low born?
You are the master of the manor and I but the lowly servant girl
No matter the way you dress a pesant she will never be the lady you so desire
A scream may otherwise pass from my heated silent lips
I may toss and turn in my bead, never to know of your own nightmares
Us born of two worlds but interconected through the bond that may also destroy us
Oh an unbridled telepathic love we harbor when you so boldly love another
Secrets as unknown as intrecate riddles pass not from your lips but from your passionate uncensored mind
Seek not to contact my bare skin for your fingers are like an electric shock, both paiful and pressing
I have become now unaccostomed to speaking for our shared mind is all I have and all I want
Athough I fear a kiss from your stone cold lips and your skin as cool as ice tells me you are not as you seem
I know however that I am a dreamer, but you cannot be simply a figment of my waking imagination
I have touched you and felt your mind interlock with my own
She has touched you and I have fought over and for you
You have done your damage, but for what?
How can you be such a sinful creature and still I yearn for you and your company deep within my heart
You have caged me, you have trapped me like a lark in your beast-like claws
How can I sing, or fly when I am prisoner to your dark hearted love?
All of it because of you
Whispers, Screams, Nightmares, Love, All Things Magical, and The Dreamer....