They once all feared the ending;
The one thing they knew would come...

Mirrors, they tell us lies
Show us things that are not true...

The cold frost of newborn January bites my skin,
And with each sharp pain my heart beats within...

I've never really wished before;
Never thought it would come true...

My gothic heart, why do you cry?
Dripping blood, as dark as your fears...

It's been stitched in the left corner, zipped up...
My patchwork heart has finally ceased to beat...

The tears in my eyes
The burning inside...

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Just before I start, this poem is based on the...

There's white puffy clouds; candyfloss galore.
It's completely eternal, and I just want more...

Mystery Life
The freshness of the air beats against her skin...

Days pass slowly
Without you here...

My past is not a piece of treasure
Of which I am too fond...