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1 Love is such a big thing to be described in one word.
2 So much meaning behind it, so many kinds.
3 Eros love, Physical love. Only in for self-benefit, not real love at all.
4 Philos love, mental love. Where love is patient and friendship extends.
5 Storge love, affectionate love. Fondness and awareness of brothers and sisters.
6 Agape love, unconditional love. Where everything is selfless, give and not take.
7 Love is such a big thing to be described in one word.
8 I didn’t know the meaning of love.
9 Not until ‘he’ came into my life, my mind, my memories.
10 Not until ‘he’ became, my life, my mind, my memories.
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I lay here, trembling from the cold and bitterness of this world. Frozen in place, wondering
when you will take me. But no, you cannot. Let me stay here, cocooned in my never ending
misery, crying out in despair, encouraging it to keep coming forward, for it never slows
down. Why? Why must you give me so much? So much grace, mercy, compassion. So much
that I do not deserve. For I know that the torment stuck inside me, would write it’s name with
dark red lines across my wrists, flowing with unsaid remarks. That the smoke would write its
name upon my lungs and brain cells. That the substance crawling down my throat would
write its name upon my liver and my good judgment. That males would intercede on my
desolation and write their names upon my virginity. If not your name was written upon my
heart, mind, and soul, all would come to pass. But no, let me dwell upon this corrupt nature
only to make me feel worse. Much worse do I deserve. The purest lamb’s blood poured over
me washing me clean. Washing me clean of anything and everything. My troubles and
despair lifted up to Him, only to cause me to become filled with joy. No, why must you love
me this way, bless me when I do not deserve. Lead me, work through me, let your will be
done. Let anything and everything glorify you, but do not bring joy upon me, for I do not
deserve. No matter. You will still give me things, bring me hope and joy, and bless me. For
you have my best interests at heart and know what I need. You will provide and I will put all
my faith and trust in you. Nothing I have, compares to Calvary. But I still lay it at your feet
and all I can say is thank you. and I love you.
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1 Fire and Ice. A mixture? No,
2 For they cannot collide,
3 And when they do,
4 All Hell breaks loose,
5 They are on different sides.
6 Whether it’s anger, jealousy, or hate,
7 They will always go their own way,
8 And when they do,
9 They believe to be Zeus,
10 And go after the same pay.
11 Fire can be many things,
12 But only to a degree,
13 As the hotness burns its foe
14 Ego gets in the way of certainty.
15 The arrogance, selfishness, and Pride,
16 Cut away at the skin underneath
17 Only to reveal its ignorance
18 Of the eternity lying at its feet.
19 Ice can be many things,
20 Though some say it’s not as callous,
21 As the coldness tries to find what’s beneath,
22 Tries to find the source of this malice.
23 The humbleness, selflessness, and self-control,
24 Create a sudden aura,
25 Only to have its politeness bewildered
26 The seeking of Aurora
27 However, their similarities are what stand out,
28 They both are stubborn,
29 They both have secrets,
30 Nothing anybody is ready to learn
31 Yet neither hold any regrets.
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27 Then one day she was running, she saw something beautiful.
28 She smiled walking towards him and asked how and why, as if dutiful.
29 He was different, she was different,
30 They both knew, between them was a current,
31 Something that would never work out, never last.
32 They felt tension, secrets, someone’s past.
33 They could not hold back, she told her secret, as did he.
34 They opened up as if they had each others key.
35 She was astonished, something she could never have guessed.
36 A vampire. At first she thought it was all a test.
37 But she knew it be true, their confession
38 Out in the open, they were now each others possession.
39 She wanted something, something that made him ask why.
40 She wanted to be like him. Why? She could not clarify.
41 Maybe it was his long black hair or his cold pale lips.
42 No, forever, always joined at the hip.
43 Though she got her wish, this wasn’t it.
44 She was Beautiful, pale and cold, as when he bit,
45 But she was only half. A Hybrid forever.
46 But this is better than never.
47 They lived forever, eternally combined,
48 And when they past a human, they were always kind.
49 So if she had something to confess,
50 She could always cry in his chest.
51 And if there is something to fill, one last piece,
52 Their love will always be there and never cease.
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1 This tale can be some what of a wicked tale,
2 She came in a ship with large sails.
3 Though she is terrifying and dangerous,
4 She would not hurt a single soul, she is herbivorous.
5 It all started with the werewolves,
6 Dark, fierce, running free and no use for tools.
7 They did not feast on humans or animals
8 but rather ate like humans, for they are a different kind of mammal,
9 Though they had means of killing people for sport.
10 She had a name, D’Ambra, came into port
11 In a ship at sea, with large gray sails.
12 She was different, running so smooth; it was like sliding on rails.
13 She, unlike many others, chose her human form, rather than her true self.
14 She was strong but so small like an elf.
15 She would not kill humans, for they had a right to live too,
16 The werewolves always saw them as a zoo.
17 Because she was so diverse, they were afraid and confused,
18 They offered her to join them, but she refused.
19 She wanted to be alone, and forever pay off her lovers’ debt,
20 She felt so useless with this life, but no matter, she would always fret.
21 She thought that saving people might make this cursed life better.
22 She had a lover, her life changed by a letter.
23 He found out her true self, and could not live with such a beast.
24 She could not believe her love had betrayed her, so she made him deceased.
25 So she wanders alone, only herself to blame,
26 Wishing that this life was more than just flames.
Proceed to Eternally Combined CONTIUNED
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