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Most Accurate Sentiments
It's too late for a visit
Goodnight then, Snow Angel
With no resolve and no defense
All black and blue and senseless
She suddenly spawned, the next morning,
A most welcoming grin with her body
Of which dimensions I've studied
From the first moment
It was casted upon me, her grace
My hair turned white and thin
While I lied and stared and peered
And gazed and gaped and awed
While she ate my beating heart,
Carved her name onto my chest
And left me there to die
Goodnight then, Snow Angel
With no resolve and no defense
All black and blue and senseless
She suddenly spawned, the next morning,
A most welcoming grin with her body
Of which dimensions I've studied
From the first moment
It was casted upon me, her grace
My hair turned white and thin
While I lied and stared and peered
And gazed and gaped and awed
While she ate my beating heart,
Carved her name onto my chest
And left me there to die
Published 17th Jun 2015
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"Of which dimensions I've studied
From the first moment
It was casted upon me, her grace"
~most astounding verse to be sure, like this!
"While she ate my beating heart,
Carved her name onto my chest
And left me there to die"
~loved the whole piece but *this essence is an
amazing "ouch, been there" type o'rhyme!
kudos poet, be welz!
~d
From the first moment
It was casted upon me, her grace"
~most astounding verse to be sure, like this!
"While she ate my beating heart,
Carved her name onto my chest
And left me there to die"
~loved the whole piece but *this essence is an
amazing "ouch, been there" type o'rhyme!
kudos poet, be welz!
~d
17th Jun 2015 9:29am
Holyf... this one guts you good. think I've met that snow angel.
great write.
great write.
