From the late Shadow’s digital diary:
December 2, 2008- Revised by JW RadCliffe on July 20, 2009
Sex Appeal
Strong a woman; self confident, care. Beauty’s exterior quite empty a pair. He stands in a persistent state of retched revenge, Of this I’m unable to make amends. His mind unable to blur “our” memories away, legally he fights; my presence forced to stay. Wanting to make me a state of jail-bate, Sorry to inform; It won’t be my fate.
I purely went on an innocent date, The end is one of ripping heartbreak. I love you; endearing soul forever, mouth’s words sweetly, bitterly, gently severed. It wasn’t like all the others; my breath now weak, life smothered. I’ve been a good girl; all my life, I would have made a loving wife.
Where is my soul, if it is not within? I’m left alone not knowing; where to begin. An ending I can’t physically dared, Forever in my heart; despair! I feel hollow; a gaping hole, Hope’s eyes eternally full of one heart’s soul.
Where will it be, when I happen upon the spirit called “ME”.
I went blindly blissfully to “The Rock”, This is where I thieved Love’s stock! I returned to my land a broken foreigner, since life has held an empty mourner. I’m not who was inconsiderately tossed, My soul hangs on a rigid; wooden cross! I’ve worked my fingers to their bones; so in history, my words will be infamously known.
He was a dark shadow shining bright, of this my Love’s spirit; took his guiding light. His eyes, fancying my steaming skirt, Empty Lust’s strife blowing coldly curt. He, returned a marry home, Tears in my eyes, I’m all alone! My spirit is adrift with blazing blame; burning hands, hold a broken heart, of shame.
Manhood’s rod holds heaven sent; I stand alone, and courageously spent! Longing a place to be with man; Days of joy spacing too many hands! Please, summon me to his throne; my ears will hear the trumpets call home. A Peter Pan boyish man, I will always be Pan’s fondest fan.
I purely went on an innocent date, a shallow heart, I cannot take. It’s out there for the eyes of World; To watch love’s teary emotions hurl! Please, please! See; I’m on cold ground with sorrow knees. Please; please, Simply retrieve! Then my heart will feel no final need.
In my soul love is not “FORGOTTEN”, one day might bring his legs a trot-ten. Please; Fondly set sail, In sky of blue, my puritan spirit fly’s a new, Staying contagiously true. While the stream of moonlit tears; Roll down my cheeks, a fairytale runs clear. A single Heartbreak’s prevail; shedding an endless romantic tale.
