was listening to the damien rice (lyrics from 'delicate'), and felt something. not sure what to call this yet, writing wise. a one shot perhaps? if you guys are interested, i could turn it into a fic. i could figure something out on my own, but i am very open to suggestions as to what you'd like me to write on. as long as it would make sense to this, prelude i guess it would be then. i just hope i get more response then what ive been getting from "a place for hearts". (sigh) but. if not... such is mango, i suppose.

this one shot, prelude, whatever it is.. is no "guerilla girl". but may throw off people as much, possibly more, as the previous sentence will. but i hope you'll enjoy it.

delicate.

we might kiss

when we are alone

when nobody's watchin'

we might take it home

we might make out

when nobody's there

it's not that we're scared

it's just that it's delicate

When you live two lives, you're consumed by the one you've hidden. Anyone can relate, whether or not they're the president of their own company. Whether or not they're in love with their only brother. Everyone wants something they simply cannot have.

I've only taken it a step further.

"I'm taking the day off."

There's no need to tell. He'll be there. And we'll be together. Tears or not, we'll be happy.

"Do you think it's wrong?"

He asks sometimes, with tears running down his innocent face. I put my arms around him, and hold him to my chest.

"Of course it is."

I want to tell him. And that, that's what makes it so right. ..But it's not what anyone wants to be told.

So I'll kiss him instead.

"Will it be like this forever?"

He's always full of pointless questions, that I don't care to answer. Not with words.

What is forever, anyway?

Forever is now.

So yeah, maybe it will.

we might live

like never before

when there's nothin' to give

how can we ask for more?

we might make love

in some sacred place

that look on your face

is delicate

Kissing someone you're forbidden to, these are the kisses that matter the most.....

There's really no telling how it all began. It's always been there. The silent conversations, the look in our eyes. The lust.

The blood bond.

I'll run my hands down his bare back, and whisper in his ears.

I'll tell him he's beautiful....

We just take after one another like that.

He'll whimper as I take him, and I'll wonder where I am.

I'll never want to be anyone else.

But it's only for a moment...

Only, it's now.

So it's forever

It really is just that delicate.

end?

sing with me.