My dear, my love..
Were you sent from above?
I swear I saw you
Float down to the ground
And laid there until I found,
You in the midst of the night
Covered in moss,
Your eyes glossed,
And skin like thin glass
Hair as fine as silk,
Now filled with filth
And body smeared with ****
You cried and you shook
Wailing, with no intention to stop
Not saying what made you sob
You remain silent still to this day
And I just want to wipe your tears away
Your beauty is substantial,
Your mind so fine,
But you wont speak to me
So you can't be mine
Dec 6, 2012
Dec 6, 2012 at 5:31 PM UTC
My dear, my love..
Were you sent from above?
I swear I saw you
Float down to the ground
And laid there until I found,
You in the midst of the night
Covered in moss,
Your eyes glossed,
And skin like thin glass
Hair as fine as silk,
Now filled with filth
And body smeared with ****
You cried and you shook
Wailing, with no intention to stop
Not saying what made you sob
You remain silent still to this day
And I just want to wipe your tears away
Your beauty is substantial,
Your mind so fine,
But you wont speak to me
So you can't be mine
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