P Is For Pain And Pleasure by Kitty1297, literature
Literature
P Is For Pain And Pleasure
P Is For Pain And Pleasure
December 2007?
By: Kitty1297
Pick a picture perfect place
Where people don't need to pay,
Pinch me now
I'm probably dreaming . . .
A plaque with a pair of names
Hand carved into it,
We are a paramour in paradise
Partners forever,
Going through both pain
And pleasure together,
Play by having pillow fights,
A funny feeling in the pit of my stomach,
My pigments grow pale
Losing their color,
Suddenly, I pine for you,
Your passion
For me,
Please plant a passionate kiss
On my parched lips,
Paralyze my physical being,
Pacify my placid plaint,
When this parody becomes a plan,
I will not pitch a fit
Home
November 11, 2007
By: Kitty1297
The ocean
Blue and deep,
My eyes lock onto it,
I wonder
If this is where my home is.
Lost in my thoughts,
I become part of the ocean . . .
Careless and free.
Purpose?
November 11, 2007
By: Kitty1297
The dagger that hangs around my neck,
The words on this page,
The hair on your head,
The pictures in that book,
The pen on that desk,
Everything has purpose,
Some more obvious than others,
The question is . . .
What is my purpose?
Why am I here?
So many confusing messages,
Did God really make us?
Or did we just evolve
like scientists say,
I may never know my purpose,
In the end,
I'll have to accept the fact . . .
That I don't have a purpose.
P Is For Pain And Pleasure by Kitty1297, literature
Literature
P Is For Pain And Pleasure
P Is For Pain And Pleasure
December 2007?
By: Kitty1297
Pick a picture perfect place
Where people don't need to pay,
Pinch me now
I'm probably dreaming . . .
A plaque with a pair of names
Hand carved into it,
We are a paramour in paradise
Partners forever,
Going through both pain
And pleasure together,
Play by having pillow fights,
A funny feeling in the pit of my stomach,
My pigments grow pale
Losing their color,
Suddenly, I pine for you,
Your passion
For me,
Please plant a passionate kiss
On my parched lips,
Paralyze my physical being,
Pacify my placid plaint,
When this parody becomes a plan,
I will not pitch a fit
Home
November 11, 2007
By: Kitty1297
The ocean
Blue and deep,
My eyes lock onto it,
I wonder
If this is where my home is.
Lost in my thoughts,
I become part of the ocean . . .
Careless and free.
Purpose?
November 11, 2007
By: Kitty1297
The dagger that hangs around my neck,
The words on this page,
The hair on your head,
The pictures in that book,
The pen on that desk,
Everything has purpose,
Some more obvious than others,
The question is . . .
What is my purpose?
Why am I here?
So many confusing messages,
Did God really make us?
Or did we just evolve
like scientists say,
I may never know my purpose,
In the end,
I'll have to accept the fact . . .
That I don't have a purpose.
Oh hey! Here's a very late thank you! Sorry for the late reply, I just don't seem to have too much time to come on anymore and I don't really draw too often. I need to spend more time drawing.