Love
A glimmer past hope and I shall wave by and bye you, the next of kin, I wish upon
you. Crowned star, I wish for a place of sanctuary and graze upon anew in my
night sky. Morbid blood dost drip like dew upon these coldly driven vains, as if to
kiss your sweet apocalyptic lips in great crimson and demise. You hold my box of
chocolates, so sweet, one bite of words lay ash in thy tomb that lies beyond thy
teeth and gums. Oh holy, unholy book tis you upon that midnight dreary, how
combersome you have become. To me, you are held so dear to my locket of
expectations, unimaginable to even life. Golden paths lay a foot in your eyes.
Summer mornng shines through once more, only for it to be broken into my dark,
sad, desolate wave of my hand. You hold the world's self pity upon the chain,
upon your heart, your hope for a mere shadow, a crack, for this lack of a better
understanding that we call love.
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