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He held on
But not to her
She fell straight to the ground
Feeling lost and hurt
She loved
He hated
Everything that was in her head
But yet still laid with her in bed
He hated everything she wanted to be
She was blind
By love that wasn't give back in return
A rose died that day
Along with her love
She took it all back
He never realized it yet
May 25, 2017
May 25, 2017 at 9:02 AM UTC
Longing for the kiss of bitter reality,
Much of bare humane nature has been deprived of mentality.
Though the holy reputation,
The Anglican halls fill with the souls of the unwanted and unloved.
Much atonement to be done,
All in the name of Himself.
Said a few prayers amidst this deadly nightshade,
filled with poison,
But blessed with beauty and rage.
Shaking the wings of their terrible youth,
we strayed from the heavens above.
Mistaking pain for love,
masochists,
with the love for such *******
all alone in our dark paradise.
Whilst we knew that the “happy ending” that love promised
is likely to never be fulfilled,
We went in search of the rich wine that intoxicates us,
the empty pitcher.
After searching for our angel for decades, we finally
stumbled upon him,
He helped us to unfurl our wings and guided us, the devils,
to soar high into the heavens in ourselves,
Constantly reminding us,
that the devil,
was once an angel too.
Dec 29, 2020
Dec 29, 2020 at 2:20 AM UTC
Concealed in my diary
in the form of words
my emotions explode
inklings of events
predicaments conjectured
or sighs of contentment
vaguely interpreted
lights my soul
stagnant but painful
glorious yet tearful
Feb 5, 2019
Feb 5, 2019 at 7:08 AM UTC