EdenThe paint upon my canvas Shall the iris teach. Shackled in the coolest breeze,Eden
I the blossom to your peach.
Each drip of the honey from the suckle Counts moments devoted to thee. Like the bloom that bends to worship the sun, I worship endlessly.
Drowning inside a pool of sorrow,
Where lover cries forget-me-not, A pureness dwells within my heart, That the lily hath not taught.
But dearest soul, my skin is frail, Softer than the sweetest pea. My dreams are those of the dahlia-- Hopes withering in stability.
The DeedsThe wind, the wind, the wind— It howls! I’m overturned; Its creeping jowls,The Deeds
Do curse at me
In every tongue The time is nigh The trap is sprung
On me, on us! This fateful night And now our hope Is fled in sight
Of what? Of this! The pall draws near And as does ever
Encroaching fear
Of new and old Inside the head Of ephemeral terrors Best left unsaid
Whisked through the air And on the trees To set aquiver My weakened knees
That rise to stand
Two plus years later...
Thank you so much for the favorites !!
Have a happy new year !
Belladonne
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Perfect Symmetry.
...I'm a martian?
hehehe... you and jimmy are so silly.
among other things.
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