We'll sing heavy metal songs of love [this love] while flying across the dark side of the moon.
She'll listen to Motörhead, Machine Head, and screams of the undead;
Slayer on Sundays, Immortal on Mondays, and Bathory as she goes to bed;
It will be perfect as the brutal riffs sent through the ear buds split between us,
Forming the shape of a heart.
Sometimes I think it's going to [rain when I die] always be a dream,
And that these thoughts will send me into the flood again.
But if there's even the slightest chance of my dreams becoming reality,
I will accept that flood:
Because dying for love is the most romantic of ironies.
Please tell me what you think
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I love it.
I am a very big heavy metal fan, so this poem really speak to me :]
Well done!
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Thanks a lot! I appreciate your comment. =]
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