Post by crazybuttlazy on Dec 26, 2007 12:27:40 GMT -5
Please read this and tell me what you think of it, I haven't the courage to show it to anyone else in real life.
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Her visage is like a warm summer’s day,
How could I compare her to aught else?
She is lost in my everlasting fantastical dreams,
Within my mind she screams and screams,
Open her eyes, let her see, if you wish,
But I would prefer to place upon her lips one last kiss.
I am a soul forever trapped,
In the age old pages of Columbus’s map.
It’s a dream we all seem to have when comatose,
Where by the hands of someone we love we lose all hope,
It’s in the eyes of the sinners who live by their own laws,
And the feline forgotten with blood on it’s paws.
Lust is an idea many disagree with,
Ethical or not, I would destroy thee for her,
Is it lust I feel? Or something more?
To me she is all important, like none before.
But while I wait,
In fierce hate,
For all who would oppose her,
My mind opens up like a flower blooms,
And I see that my heart slows her,
In tears I watch as her soul leaves this plain,
If it was not for me she could have stayed,
But as she floats into the yonder
And my heart beats for her no longer,
Instead it bleeds, for she is freed,
And I remain right here.
Our time was one of ages past,
We were born into the wrong era,
We could never have survived,
Here where the smoke is so thick,
And not have longed for somewhere clearer.
Now my time is through,
And my story written,
As the silver rain falls, dripping onto my skin,
My life has ended, I feel it within,
And as my body falls onto her grave and leaves it covered,
I finally return to my sweet angelic beloved.
How could I compare her to aught else?
She is lost in my everlasting fantastical dreams,
Within my mind she screams and screams,
Open her eyes, let her see, if you wish,
But I would prefer to place upon her lips one last kiss.
I am a soul forever trapped,
In the age old pages of Columbus’s map.
It’s a dream we all seem to have when comatose,
Where by the hands of someone we love we lose all hope,
It’s in the eyes of the sinners who live by their own laws,
And the feline forgotten with blood on it’s paws.
Lust is an idea many disagree with,
Ethical or not, I would destroy thee for her,
Is it lust I feel? Or something more?
To me she is all important, like none before.
But while I wait,
In fierce hate,
For all who would oppose her,
My mind opens up like a flower blooms,
And I see that my heart slows her,
In tears I watch as her soul leaves this plain,
If it was not for me she could have stayed,
But as she floats into the yonder
And my heart beats for her no longer,
Instead it bleeds, for she is freed,
And I remain right here.
Our time was one of ages past,
We were born into the wrong era,
We could never have survived,
Here where the smoke is so thick,
And not have longed for somewhere clearer.
Now my time is through,
And my story written,
As the silver rain falls, dripping onto my skin,
My life has ended, I feel it within,
And as my body falls onto her grave and leaves it covered,
I finally return to my sweet angelic beloved.