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Where are you now?
You leave me with nothing but my crown.
I was your king and you were my queen. Who would have thought we were nothing but teens.
I admit that I was not strong, but I was there for you through right and wrong.
The past is the past, these memories sure won't last.
But if you could take it all back, would you? Because I won't, could you?
Coming up with titles is a lot more tougher than making up the actual poem (:
"Then we will have tonight!" we said.
  "Tomorrow--may we not be dead?"
The morrow touched our eyes, and found
  Us walking firm above the ground,
Our pulses quick, our blood alight.
  Tomorrow's gone--we'll have tonight!
This is where the people came to die, but die they never did.
The pond could talk and talk it did, and this is what it said.
"Look real close and listen well for there is a story that I must tell.
Strange things did happen here and people, oh they perished, but when I arrived, I told them life, that life is one to be cherished.

Laugh at the little things, laugh at the joyous things, laugh with your family and laugh with your friends.
Laugh and Smile.
This is not the end, I promise."
You're the princess in the tower.
You're the minutes in my hour.

You're the question and I'm the answer.
You're the music and I'm the dancer.

You're the lie and I'm the truth
You're the evidence and I'm the proof

You're the tear beneath my eye.
You're the reason that I cry.
Another mundane poem, but I like telling a story through poetry. Even if I have never experienced said poem :)
By the time you swear you're his,
  Shivering and sighing,
And he vows his passion is
  Infinite, undying -
Lady, make a note of this:
  One of you is lying.
Who is Lucifer? Who is this being we never wish to meet?
Some say he was sent down from the heavens, causing mayhem in God's keep.
Consuming the soul of evil, he is the creator of monstrosity, upheaval.
A living lie or a horrible truth, for me and you will there ever be proof?
His existence is unknown, a passenger of evil unlikely to make atone.
Is it an angel, an human soul, or an evil creature? For all we know he could be following out procedure.
Dumping all of my old poetry.
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