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Her AgainThose green eyes, oh, so beautiful for sight To someday get to own them is my plight As beauty is as beauty does, and still I love those eyes as much as all her willHer Again
The lion-hearted lover of my dreams Feigns love by showing her eyes in brisk gleams My God, I loved before, in sim'lar vain And it still led to such beguiled pain
I don't know what to do or how to be I wander now so pained and endlessly I cry myself to sleep and there I see Your love-filled em'rald eyes waiting for me
by ~autumnal-angel
HerHer posture, sweeping shoulders, head erect It shows a body slender, pale and slight Her eyes hold all her feelings, all her fears How are they dull, yet gorgeously bright?Her
She sits and looks so small upon a chair Whilst filling up the room with grand façade And trying not to let herself be seen For fear of mem'ries 'cross the esplanade
This fear is but a gift to some, while she Contracts within her otherworld of show With no one there to comfort her, alone Who knows if she is letting herself go?
The snow falls, she looks out, she wants no grief
by ~autumnal-angel
Chasm in my SoulAnd all I am is nothing and I cannot find the truth I'm burning in my heart, for I have everything but you The rain is sweet and near to me, it's crying for my sake But it alone can't soothe my heart, this heart, about to breakChasm in my Soul
So when the sun goes downwards, and when rain fin'ly quells You're even more alluring, and have me in your spell I wonder what you look like, with the moon lit in your hair I wonder where you are and I wish to God that I was there
Because I've tried to stop myself but it's just gone too fast (hasn't it) And I've worked and slaved to keep myself from lo
by ~autumnal-angel
RainHell. The final frontier. The torrid visions of that smile the illusion it makes; the shadow that dances across the ivory wall. Why must it linger in my mind? How is it that she cannot leave my thoughts? I can’t escape the bind. Why on earth (and everywhere else) is it her? I can’t get out of her. Rather, I can’t get her out of me.Rain
Dank - the smell of moisture, not quite natural, rather like an acid... putrid - and it streams out of
my eyes as I sob like the storm outside of that
by ~autumnal-angel
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