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I endured the pain in the battlefield as a soldier, Keeping my promises of returning at any haste. That day, I would be coming home to marry her: No moments left to shatter, or time left to waste. A woman that all eyes of men are worthy to see, Mona Lisa, a lovely name engraved in my scars. In the train, I reckoned the memories so silently; Our love has no ends, it was written in the stars. An advent of a man’s burning pleasure for love, I knocked the door, but silence whispered fear. I entered; I found a painting on the stairs above; An enticing self-portrait of Mona Lisa, my dear. The dusk was painted by the colors of her smile, I… I… I saw her with another man in the dark! I traveled for miles only to witness that betrayal Of her and bestfriend Leonardo, making a spark. Bloodstained walls, caused by my troubled guns; (She sewed my heart and then rent it into pieces). I… I… I did **** them with my begrimed hands! Should I cry for the sullen load of those britches?
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Jun 2, 2013
Jun 2, 2013 at 8:13 AM UTC
Mona Lisa
I endured the pain in the battlefield as a soldier, Keeping my promises of returning at any haste. That day, I would be coming home to marry her: No moments left to shatter, or time left to waste. A woman that all eyes of men are worthy to see, Mona Lisa, a lovely name engraved in my scars. In the train, I reckoned the memories so silently; Our love has no ends, it was written in the stars. An advent of a man’s burning pleasure for love, I knocked the door, but silence whispered fear. I entered; I found a painting on the stairs above; An enticing self-portrait of Mona Lisa, my dear. The dusk was painted by the colors of her smile, I… I… I saw her with another man in the dark! I traveled for miles only to witness that betrayal Of her and bestfriend Leonardo, making a spark. Bloodstained walls, caused by my troubled guns; (She sewed my heart and then rent it into pieces). I… I… I did **** them with my begrimed hands! Should I cry for the sullen load of those britches?
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Jun 2, 2013
Jun 2, 2013 at 8:13 AM UTC
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