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Rose Tinted Spectacles
The Girl I Have, is Forged With Such Beauty,
That The Lines That Have Carved her Face,
Force Me To Weep Myself Into Blissful Insanity.
I Can Flick Through Photos of Women Previous,
The Nostalgia Moves Me, and The Electricity,
Vibes Through My Fingertips, I Still Love Them.
- Of Course I Do -
I Never Didn't Love Them, Their Mere Memory,
And Their Physique Not Balanced By Youthful
Appearance Has Given Way to Soul Scarring Features.
Why Did I Have To Pick The Most Attractive Women?
As Harsh as It Is To Admit To Myself, It's Harder To
Remove The Beauty From My Head, Than The love.
- Here We Go... -
Leafing Through The Dead Nostalgic
Images of My Memory, Spread Like
Velvet Crimson Stretching Across An
Indigo Plain. The World Is Drowning,
Yet She Saved Me With a Single Freckle.
- It Reminds Me She Was Real -
Lifeless and Demanding, The Beating
Ended and Took With It His Essence.
Icicles Ruled His Path When She Left,
Gradients of Rock Rose and Trapped Him,
Hell Without Her Beside Me.
- But I'll Always Be a Slave To Her Majesty -
Majestic Indeed, an Entire Culture Built
Inside My Head, Specifically Designed To
Cater For Her Worship. This Soul Has Waited
Aeons For Her Entity, and I'll Strive To
Emancipate Her Existence. I'll Feed between Her
Loins and Make her Scream My Name: An
Accidental Meeting Turned To Freedom of Grace.
- I'll Take Her To My Grave -
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For The Girls That Have Made This Existence Just That Little Bit More Breathable...
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