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Fabricated LoveBlank sheet of paper Write me a story An epic tale without meaning No beginning or end You excel so well when you pretendFabricated Love
Compose me a song A requiem of a truth that never existed A memorandum of hollow vows
I swear I've heard it all before Just sing Sell me your tune of lies once more
Recite me a poem with fancy words Words of love that filter through your lips and rust Laced with promises that fade to dust Yet one more mendacious sonnet Conveyed by yet another liar
Just another fabricated love
BelieveWhen I reach through the caging darkness My outstretched arms searching Emptiness Aching For sanity's sake, I need to believe Something is thereBelieve
A glance in the bathroom mirror at night The white of the eyes shine from some unseen light No form to the reflection, just two balls of white glimmer A squint reveals a faint trace of a being before the mirror Sometimes I find it hard to believe
I'm actually real
A hop in the shower, a quick turn of a nob The sprinkling hot water tingles across the skin and down the spine White tiles of bland close in
What If? - MelancholikaShe lays on the bed on the floor. It's a sleep over, only we are awake. Not a sound can be heard, only the sounds of the creatures of the night. Everyone in the house is deeply asleep. She, with her gorgeous light brown hair and those fiery eyes that stand out so perfectly against her pale skin gazes at me. Only to feel her look upon me gives me warmth. I climb down from my bed, and go sit beside her. She's sitting with her legs crossed, like she did the last time we were together alone in the gym. She's talking to me about the strange books I read. I'm trying my hardest, I swear, to follow the conversation...but that wonderful smell of hersWhat If? - Melancholika
Mains ouvertes
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The Crazy wolfy with a shovel.
Dead I am the life, dig into the skin
Knuckle crack the bone, 21 to win
Dead I am the dog, hound of hell you cry
Devil on your back, I can never die
Thank You so much for the
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