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cold men
often
burn the
brightest
I'd say that i love you, but I've forgotten what that is..
wait that sounds so cliche can we try again?
Okay let me breathe
eeep...ahhh

I'd say that i love you but i can't bring myself to try to love again
my hearts shattered and i have trouble even calling someone friend.
I'd tell you that you mean the world to me but then you'd fly away from my orbit,
I'd be a lonely planet once again, a more pathetic wretch than Norbit.

I'd say that nothing bad would happen while you're in my arms, but i'd be a lying ponce. i'm trapped by romantics and having to keep myself from being hurt with my stone heart. dark and void filled like an endless wormhole
You just may find this quite curious
that my writing is often real serious
well I guess it's to tell
a few stories of hell
of some people I find so mysterious
Her harmonious melody
Is when she thinketh of me
She's fine
She's pure
She's caught me
In her allure......

A woman
Not a girl
Who giveth all to other's
Though needs guided herself
A beautiful inner being
With demons who tryeth to take her to hell,
Though she stomps them!!!!!
Back to hades
Forever I shalt be here
For mine unearthly baby..
The truth lies
not in her eyes,
for she learned
long ago
how to forge
desperate lies.

It's as she was
conditioned to do...
to tell lies
with her eyes,
and beguile
with her smile.

The truth lies
not in her eyes,
but if you must know
just where her
verity dwells...

it's in her voice...

the timber,
the rhythm,
the words,
the whispers
in the sound.

It's in her voice
that her truth
will be found.

Can you hear it?




By Mercurychyld
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