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by hurt left virtue Feb 2, 2006 category : Sadness, depression / grieving, loss
Words that mean something Tides that are high Winds that blow her name on Wintry skies Pensive words, weeping desires Angels that sleep on the pyres Plight My beautiful nymph that falls form the sky Dulcet, my lunar, betroth my heart ransack our beloved bliss of happiness Erotic love, temper hate wayward fornication its just another sadistic game Pallor my heart, after you enervated me the ephemeral bliss that opened my heart aches and hurts like a mournful bullet from above You impaled thy heart leaving me sad Hurt left virtue, it never did come backPlz comment i would like to know what everyone thinks, thanks bye