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death of demons
4 months...Oh for months
Modesty wasn't their conservative:
Hide hide during the day,
The sun then falls, and they all come out to play.
Shy.. Slender with a heart so tender;
Feeling kind of sly, ending with a lie.
Blush to a crush, heart's so lush.
Eyes, those gorgeous devious eyes,
winds whispering for my lips to hush.
Sweet vanity, show me sanity..
4 months.. Oh for months;
Losing all we had known, moving like this broken bone.
Modesty wasn't their conservative:
Hide hide during the day,
The sun then falls, and they all come out to play.
Shy.. Slender with a heart so tender;
Feeling kind of sly, ending with a lie.
Blush to a crush, heart's so lush.
Eyes, those gorgeous devious eyes,
winds whispering for my lips to hush.
Sweet vanity, show me sanity..
4 months.. Oh for months;
Losing all we had known, moving like this broken bone.
Published 8th Sep 2017
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8th Sep 2017 5:58pm
9th Sep 2017 4:44pm
Thank you!! I feel like it isn't completed, but is anything ever - and not quite sure I want to remeet those demons of the time.
2nd Oct 2017 8:36am
