Lady Love was such a fine bride,
A maiden which brings me such pride,
Griming with her dark aura in light
Of the wonders of love despite
The never-ending rambles about death,
A journey through my Lady Loves silhouette,
As blood drips down her robust fishnet
Stockings
Which brings me nothing but remorse,
As I stared down beneath her corpse,
Resting. Floating in a serene dream,
Where I kissed her for what may seem
To be my final time...
Of showing her true loves affection,
As I lie in this awkward deception,
The morbidity of her lying corpse
Resting in this lifes course
Towards a brand new direction,
Where my Lady Loves silhouette
Will be buried, burning her velvet
Robe as her grave begets
The end of the road
As I reminisce the eerie shed of sweat,
Beneath my Lady Loves silhouette.















Devious Comments
Comments
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To DO is to BE.
- Socrates
To BE is to DO.
- Plato
DOBEDOBEDO.
- Sinatra
~bahayngfilipino :devPinay-Pinoy:
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Some people say they haven't yet found themselves. But the self is not something one finds; it is something one creates.
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Some people say they haven't yet found themselves. But the self is not something one finds; it is something one creates.
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Some people say they haven't yet found themselves. But the self is not something one finds; it is something one creates.
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Some people say they haven't yet found themselves. But the self is not something one finds; it is something one creates.
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To DO is to BE.
- Socrates
To BE is to DO.
- Plato
DOBEDOBEDO.
- Sinatra
~bahayngfilipino :devPinay-Pinoy:
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