Welcome to Gaia! ::

U r in my thoughts my dreams
As high as the moon u make me feel
U r close u r far sometimes both
When u hold me I feel safe from all harm
U swept me off my feet and I fell in love
Lonely was I in my own darkness u came
Sadness turning to joy at the sight of ur face
Ur love for me and my love for u, that’s all I need
every time I see u I feel nothing but bliss
I forget all the things wrong with me and the world
Just being next to u makes the earth stop spinning
When we touch I feel a rush of energy
When u hold me I hope that u will never let me go
Then when we kissed I wanted nothing more than sit there and kiss the night away
U r sweeter that the sweetest cookie batter
U say u r mine and I saw I am urs as long as u will have me
I wish only u could live closer
Love love ^^
I love u no matter what other ppl say


Stalking in the shadows of the granite courtyard an evil resides within, within the high turrets now abandoned. But its not evil, it’s a simple little girl on the outside. On the inside she is a demon who has seen much pain of this world and others. Seeing the anguish of the poor helpless people that she ripped apart with ease, she now haunts the silent cathedrals on this earth cause that is all were she feels welcomed. The lone demon girl sees a sight which she has not seen in a long time, a beautiful sight to her old eyes. A single white butterfly floating on the lazy breeze, soaking up the fake sunlight. She goes up to it to investigate that pearly butterfly, its not her imagination it’s a real one. It flutters closer and closer the demon girl sticks out her hand for it to land on. Seeing the roost it seems happy for a place to rest but as it lands it first turns grey then it grows heavy. The demon girl realizes what happened and weeps cause she turned that little innocent creature to stone. She weeps cause that butterfly was the closest thing she had to a friend and she killed it.


Sitting out in the graveyard, a single black rose in had , rain pouring down. But I don’t care, a grey fog starts as the rain decreases enveloping the near by surroundings, tears streaming down my face, I am already pained by the troubles of this world I don’t mind the cold and the wet. I am now seeing the sadness of the graveyard all the flowers of morning people past and present I cant even see the joy of the blissful tiger lilies. Nights pure blackness is one comfort I can find this night. Twilight above with the moon showing its grief upon this poor soul. Realizing that I have gripped the rose to hard I wince at the sight of the deep red blood oozing down my arm into the damp grass where it lay like devilish rubies. Graves growing taller as I collapse on to the pool of blood in the grass, helpless and feeling nothing at deaths cold grip takes hold and I slip into void. The rose, still in my now lifeless hand, glows and turns white then is stained crimson in the glistening evil.