Not on my sleeve,
Not in my chest.
Hangs from my neck,
A chain at its corners.
Rough to fingers,
Bright to eyes,
The memories still strongly
Glued to its back.
The memories of laughter and joy.
And a smile,
That shone clear,
For the first we met.
Still shining months later,
The smile can be seen,
For two blue and brown eyed girls;
The heart that hangs from our necks.
All torn I lay;
Broken, shattered - displayed,
As a puppet and mouth for your own use;
My notes flat - silhouette formless now after you're through.
The threads were cut after hanging from your fingers,
Wrapped so tightly around, the pain still lingers
Like I was a part of you, stitched to the heart;
Trading the beats that used to be so in-sync.
So now I sing to a new song,
Though I've heard this one all along,
It never occurred that this was the one,
After always singing along to your song.
I went to an old antique shop, and got 3 new [well... you know.] cameras. :3
I got an old Land Camera Polaroid, 80A model from around the early 1960's,
a Sabre '620' Box camera which is pretty common, but fucking sexy so idontcare, from 1956,
and a Ansco Pioneer PB-20, which is from 1947. o 3o
the Ansco even had the original light attachment that you could purchase with it.
And i got an old roll of film. sexiness right there.
All three of them are in pretty good condition, the Polaroid being in the best.
hopefully i can get some film thats still compatible with these babehs. :3
Hey girly finally remembered to look up your DA. We talked about your fursuit feet at NYC comicon and I was wearing those crazy floppy pajamas near the Harry Potter group photoshoot. Was nice chattin with ya, hope the rest of the con was fun for you.
Yay! im glad you looked me up, i thought of you yesterday but never got a chance to check dA. the con was great! i regretted not going for the weekend, Dx hope it was good for you, too. c: Your art is drop dead gorgeous, by the way~