Pensive Words

by hurt left virtue   Feb 2, 2006


Words that mean something
Tides that are high
Winds that blow her name on Wintry skies

Pensive words, weeping desires
Angels that sleep on the pyres Plight

My beautiful nymph
that falls form the sky
Dulcet, my lunar, betroth my heart
ransack our beloved
bliss of happiness

Erotic love, temper hate
wayward fornication
its just another sadistic game

Pallor my heart, after you enervated me
the ephemeral bliss
that opened my heart
aches and hurts
like a mournful bullet from above

You impaled thy heart
leaving me sad

Hurt left virtue,
it never did come back

Plz comment i would like to know what everyone thinks, thanks bye

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