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The greatest gift from God
written by Genocide Reaper08:36 PM 11/16/04| I'm at a lost for words with her fingers twirling in my long hair. Its as if I'm dazed by your stare, blinded to see anything but the beauty before me. A love that will not die, a black heart with a center of gold, giving a few beats of relief. No more grief, no more stress, all of it died within your grasp. Thoses eyes, and that smile, your lips. Upon my flesh, warming me to the mood, of actually feeling your caress. You are a one and only, a creation of magnificents, Gods greatest creation given to me. But why? What did I do to deserve this? Did being his personal warrior line me up to have a perfect Demoness to myself? All mine? I can't get her off my mind, I wouldn't even want to try. I couldn't careless if I died for her. She's mine, and I could never leave her behind. She's mine and she is truly divine. She's mine and you all fuck fucking Rot. Because she's the only thing worth having that I got. |
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| » Comments / Feedback | by dacode05 (11-16-2004 - 08:49 PM)
| I would whisper a thousands words straight from my heart just to once play with your dark hair...if only to die forever lost moments after. |
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