!karin4vampires!
After great pain a formal feeling comes--
The nerves sit ceremonious like tombs;
The stiff Heart questions--was it He that bore?
And yesterday--or centuries before?
The feet, mechanical, go round
A wooden way
Of ground, or air, or ought,
Regardless grown,
A quartz contentment, like a stone.
This is the hour of lead
Remembered if outlived,
As freezing persons recollect the snow--
First chill, then stupor, then the letting go.
-Emily Dïckinson
The nerves sit ceremonious like tombs;
The stiff Heart questions--was it He that bore?
And yesterday--or centuries before?
The feet, mechanical, go round
A wooden way
Of ground, or air, or ought,
Regardless grown,
A quartz contentment, like a stone.
This is the hour of lead
Remembered if outlived,
As freezing persons recollect the snow--
First chill, then stupor, then the letting go.
-Emily Dïckinson
An Emotional Poem...
By Toys4Boys & !karin4vampires!
Hi bear.
Your butt is near.
It is in a lot of fear.
All because of you my dear.
♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
By Toys4Boys & !karin4vampires!
Hi bear.
Your butt is near.
It is in a lot of fear.
All because of you my dear.
♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
