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And your love is like The change of the seasons, A warm sun Its friendly glow Luring the unwary To a security undeserved, A safety feigned In selfish indulgence, The beauty blinding The trusting, Dazzled by the magnificence But I can see The rage of the storm Approaching in the fury Of the angry, grey clouds Bringing the death Of this illusion On swift, merciless wings Taking life from Those who once found Such solace As now that sun Has gone Abandoning the fruitless Hope that is held Devastating as a disease The pure white snow A clever disguise Its true perfection Hideous in its flawless form Lost in translation A mere shade Of what once was Sinking slowly Into desolate despair To place so low It is to be known by no other But rather is to be saved Only for my wretched bitter eyes Staved with mockery And falsities sublime.
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Oct 11, 2011
Oct 11, 2011 at 10:33 PM UTC
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And your love is like The change of the seasons, A warm sun Its friendly glow Luring the unwary To a security undeserved, A safety feigned In selfish indulgence, The beauty blinding The trusting, Dazzled by the magnificence But I can see The rage of the storm Approaching in the fury Of the angry, grey clouds Bringing the death Of this illusion On swift, merciless wings Taking life from Those who once found Such solace As now that sun Has gone Abandoning the fruitless Hope that is held Devastating as a disease The pure white snow A clever disguise Its true perfection Hideous in its flawless form Lost in translation A mere shade Of what once was Sinking slowly Into desolate despair To place so low It is to be known by no other But rather is to be saved Only for my wretched bitter eyes Staved with mockery And falsities sublime.
stephanie-ann-sepko
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Oct 11, 2011
Oct 11, 2011 at 10:33 PM UTC
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