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Oragami: SmileDeath in the eyes of a crow, tonight. Pain in the flame of a flicker, so bright. Two children of the wary smile.Oragami: Smile
Said: “I can paint this life for you, paint what eluded you the first time through. I can sing seasons coming, in bloom and lead death’s incarnate into costume.”
Manifested breath in the heart’s domain. Captured innocence in a Portrait’s frame. Silent mercy creeps upon the grave, dieing tonight for love, far from depraved. For what these sweet hearts could surmise, the lost summer was thought a suicide.
Death in the eyes o
by ~My-Graveyard-Stroll
Innocent heartbreakOh, how I wish it could be back then, back to the days of warm innocent caresses How I worshiped you, Till the day I saw you were human as any. The flaws once clouded from my view,Innocent heartbreak
now burn as the blood of passion dies. You float with desire as this fragile heart breaks down and cries. I weep for those days of soft touches and infatuation. I yearn to stay,
yet I know it’s near,
a changing relation. But I will always love you,
more then the scratching, prying night is long. Even death fails to compare to the undertow of fear in my words. I never want to los
by ~My-Graveyard-Stroll
Graveyard of the lost poemsThis maze of malice,Graveyard of the lost poems
forming to the rhythm of time.
Secrets of past and death so divine,
a death in the house of cherished memories. A dieing tale,
a story fading as the paper it graces burns. This maze of but a seamless stroll,
past the graveyard of the fallen words. Graveyard of the lost poems,
the falling ash of the malignant speech,
reluctant to be heard.
Fallen dreams and memories the only filth of this land. Riddle upon riddle float in the minds of the lost,
as beyond these walls they know nothing. So let me paint you all a forgotten memory, &nb
by ~My-Graveyard-Stroll
But a date with the nightI sit here waiting for a call, but it seems there is no one here at all. So it would seem I have a date,But a date with the night
yet it is only with the night. Lost in this hemisphere, crippled with my spite. Oh... how I dream this would corrode. Convinced of an endless road. A road of endless comfort. Yet should I reach the end, I'd be reluctant to look. For distance has a way of twisting what we see. Yet forlorn I see with clarity.
I can not see what will come of this, what will become of me, so selfish. So it would seem I contemplate, I contemplate alone.
by ~My-Graveyard-Stroll
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Letter to my LoveForever here for you my love, and all I have to say is thatLetter to my Love
I haven't walked away, my love... I hold you dearest in my heart, tender lover of mine, An understanding has befallen us both, and it's time to admit, my love, that we'll never go away... A bond so fragile so strong, the fire between us never gone, never faltered, and my love, oh my love, I will never give it up...
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