In dreaming light
My eyes
They burn
Your cold flames light my forlorn gaze
I, I sorrow wishlight yearn
To melt off in your delightful embrace
Oh how I long
Yet I know
Forever doesn't float above eternity
So is this the debt to death I owe?
And should I die to let me free?
Die I would
To see you look at me the way you used to
Could surrenduring my soul
Promise me another chance?
Death is a punsihment of love so sore
And calmer than its evanescence brought you
Die I did in dreaming light
To see you break my heart with that lok in your eyes
Because
For dead I was until you made me one
Now my lifeless soul
Has no other choice but to go on
WHAT DO YOU FEEL WHEN YOU READ THIS?
Comments
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lok should be look and punsihment should be punishment, though but the choice of left alignment makes it far better to read as does the dark text on a lighter background-really very good expression for someone only 14, quite mature
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really loved the following:
In dreaming light
My eyes
They burn
Your cold flames light my forlorn gaze
I, I sorrow wishlight yearn
To melt off in your delightful embrace
Die I would
To see you look at me
Die I did in dreaming light
To see you break my heart
For dead I was until you made me one
Now my lifeless soul
Has no other choice but to go on
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