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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Will my love wither away? Beyond death’s destructive door Or will it soar throughout eternity, my love... And thus I shall have a chance to prove my Devotion to you... That I may woo you beyond time, And thus your love will become mine... Say that it is so my love, our passion lives forever Or does it fade into the empty never of the forgotten, Our souls left to rot in the abyss of solitudes I pray that our love will be renewed...like the Phoenix But alas in this plane of reality I have lost your love... You were once my Venus...and I your Prince ~But now~ Am I not an empty shell? A crystal egg if you will, as I slowly swell... In my excrement's of love, Am I not a fetus freak? Abandoned by the love I seek, void full tears... Am I not a decaying embryo? If not your love be my foe, a sacrificial lamb... Forgive me for I do not ponder at your empty words For they are daggers that indiscriminately wander, toward my heart... Oh such treachery, such calamity...I am defecating in my shell So full of apathy my love, as you chain up my soul... Be not thy name of thy bride be sorrow, For I do not see such tomorrows in the skies above... Am I not a speck of dust? Floating aimlessly in the cyclone of love, For I land on the crust, of wasted years... Am I not a contorted thought? A tasty morsel left to rot for the vultures... Am I not buried in a shallow grave? Where corpses crave love again... Is not my heart a waking wound? For it be marooned on the island of Lost Souls Such tidal waves of Destruction... Soon my heart shall cease to function, for I be not in love, no more. Dec.08.2017 Move Me, and Others Sponsored by: Madison Demetros
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