You and I can swallow the thorns;
Stay, I'll give you a home in my wardrobe -
Try on my dresses and frighten the maids;
Stay, I'll draw you a pattern in needles,
Embroider my dreams through your skin in gold thread;
Stay, I'll take you for back-street romancing,
Where no-one remembers the last thing they see...
No, it's not about whoever you think it's about (with the exception of two of you). Tragic, though, isn't it? I think I'll go & play Angband for a while & compound my irretrievable sadness. ~g~
Still, I feel better for having written that.
Does anyone have a spare life I could get? ~g~
Love you all. xxx