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First.
In the darkness it was bought
filled with cowardice and loathing it was sold
the price I pay, to reach through the cold
the grave, as a hand the new beauty will reach
everything that is hate
that was my soul
the rose,
it was the deal
my soul for the beauty,
that which will not be kept
the thorns bite at the hand that in it is held
it desires to return, back to darkness
yet, it must be held,
lost once, would be lost forever,
held once,
tis only a taste
my soul for the beauty, it can't be a waste.
this rose, it is me,
it is my face
- by The Seventh Lost |
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- | Submitted on 10/19/2008 |
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- Title: ---rose
- Artist: The Seventh Lost
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well I am not quite sure why I even wrote this in the first place anymore, but, guess I want opinions lol
and if someone complains that it has no flow. . .
that's cuz it doesn't have much of one, it's the way my mind works, so I wrote it like that on purpose lol but feel free to say whatever you want, suppose I want to hear it. - Date: 10/19/2008
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Comments (3 Comments)
- Nymunan - 10/21/2008
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Very well written. I enjoyed it immensly biggrin
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- sweetstone - 10/20/2008
- i luv that renadi.. it's so awesome.. better than i could ever do!
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- Lady Forbidden - 10/19/2008
- i like it hun
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