Your lifeless body strewn out before me.
I take your cold hands and grasp them dearly.
Who has killed you, my love? It was thine own hands.
They plucked away your life, only on your finger left a band.
You dug the knife into thine own heart.
for you thought you'd be able to tear you and him apart.
Blood running from thy gentle breast
as the knife stuck out and into yourself it pressed.
Your crimson red liquid, so thick, dark, and pure;
Killing yourself you thought was the only cure.
I, shedding a tear upon thy sweet, pale, face.
He led you to maddness then death; a disgrace.
Explaining you had a lover, I, not he.
A forced marrige, how sad. I drop your hand and lay them before me.













Comments
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[link] the brains of unicorns
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If love is blind then i can make bats look like eagles.
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What would Jesus do... for a Klondike Bar! 8D
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I was always unhappy... until I met him.
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[link] the brains of unicorns
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If love is blind then i can make bats look like eagles.
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What would Jesus do... for a Klondike Bar! 8D
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I was always unhappy... until I met him.
eh, either way i like your poems
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[link] the brains of unicorns
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If love is blind then i can make bats look like eagles.
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What would Jesus do... for a Klondike Bar! 8D
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I was always unhappy... until I met him.
ooh that does sound uber hotness
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[link] the brains of unicorns
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If love is blind then i can make bats look like eagles.
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What would Jesus do... for a Klondike Bar! 8D
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I was always unhappy... until I met him.
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I was always unhappy... until I met him.
*twitch*
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[link] the brains of unicorns
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If love is blind then i can make bats look like eagles.
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What would Jesus do... for a Klondike Bar! 8D
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