The End

by Wishmaster   Apr 26, 2009


Why do I think such thoughts?
When this face is so disfigured.
Why do I survive the onslaughts?
Without love, I will be dismembered.

Save me from an horrible life.
One when I will only be alone.
Save me from this strife.
You're the only beauty I've ever known.

How can I put this into speech?
As my nervousness haunts,
To You I beseech.
You're the only one my heart wants.

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