The moon was sat tight
After Dusk’s light...
Gather ye lilies, Spring daffodils
Tie them up all in a spray...
These diamond tears flush dreams of love away
Betrayal but a tea that burns my tongue...
White is the color of fresh fallen snow,
A winter kissed dress with a soft glow...
In winter’s hush, in darkness deep
A shadow snatched away his light...
Shadow is the name she choose for she was outcast...
Always supporting people from there...
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Never let the demon |
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I could say I was hurt, but it wouldn't be true. However this knife in my back reminds me of you. |
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I lay seeped in darkness, yet I still reach for the stars. |