Midwinter’s night, I feel so weak,
to see by moonlight, on your cheek;
shining like a silvered jewel,
caused by my words so cold and cruel;
tear of sorrow, tear of hate.
A tear which I regret too late
Midwinter’s night, I feel so weak, to see by moonlight, on your cheek; shining like a silvered jewel, caused by my words so cold and cruel; tear of sorrow, tear of hate. A tear which I regret too late |
Devious Comments
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If today was perfect, then there would be no need for tomorrow
xxx † Syre † xxx
The Original ValoRose
Ryan Ottley is my hero
Life is not measured in the breaths you take, but the moments that take your breath away
To be honest I've never been very comfortable with people reading it... partly because it's sort of a glimpse at the inner me, and partly because I'm never entirely happy with my own writing.
I'm not sure if that makes sense to you... but it does to me.
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"People are always asking me if I know Tyler Durden"
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If today was perfect, then there would be no need for tomorrow
xxx † Syre † xxx
The Original ValoRose
Ryan Ottley is my hero
Life is not measured in the breaths you take, but the moments that take your breath away
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