love love dove
the dove fell far
love love dove
burned to a char
craven craven raven
again rose a star
craven craven raven
picked at your scar
vain vain crane
full of empty words
vain vain crane
of the foolish birds
wail wail quail
a dying creed
well well quail
a time to bleed
a time that ends
the pain of past
a wound that mends
has been passed
i cannot lie
the pain i felt
with our goodbye
oh i could melt
i'm truly sorry
about the necromancer
the love which you gave
to the poor romancer
were you brought
back from the dead?
if so, then please
live and not dread
look on and not dread
the memories
that your mind must tread
Jan 31, 2019
Jan 31, 2019 at 5:01 AM UTC
love love dove
the dove fell far
love love dove
burned to a char
craven craven raven
again rose a star
craven craven raven
picked at your scar
vain vain crane
full of empty words
vain vain crane
of the foolish birds
wail wail quail
a dying creed
well well quail
a time to bleed
a time that ends
the pain of past
a wound that mends
has been passed
i cannot lie
the pain i felt
with our goodbye
oh i could melt
i'm truly sorry
about the necromancer
the love which you gave
to the poor romancer
were you brought
back from the dead?
if so, then please
live and not dread
look on and not dread
the memories
that your mind must tread
got the lucky opportunity to read some poems i'd never seen by you
sorry i read them
i hope that the necromancy worked. maybe you can consider the necromancer the person who just helped you rise up and move forward...
i felt like writing a ****** poem what can i say
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