

Arrows twoCupid had a bow but one Yet arrows he had two And with them he could make me love and make a fool of youArrows two
But with the other Lead tipped and shot straight He could the bring the end of us He could bring the hate
Not the hate that cries and screams Or seethes within a stare
Nor the hate that burns like flames And gallops like the Mare
The hate it brings can only rot A blemish pon the soul
For silences is its dogma Concealment is its goal Like an oak thats learned to grow This bruise has learned to wait


Word processed protagonistHes my word processed protagonist My dream upon the page Auburn hair and sunrise eyes with just a hint of sage I hear his voice so sweetly now, running round my brain I feel his arms so strongly now, and smell the coming rain Why must dreams be nothing more then lies upon the soul? And why must my love affair be only on the scroll Can not I join his world of fallacy in which I am his love? Can not the lowly rat below become the morning dove?Word processed protagonist


RoseRoses keep your secretsRose
Crimson in the field Blood to grow and blood to know The hearts that never healed Tales of passions truth Of intimacy unmasked
Rotting in your petals
We should have never asked We came too close
To close to see The crimson staring back with glee


zepherI walked with careless steps today And heard a wind that seemed to say, Ill take you where you wish to go Where Ill fly I never know I knew her kiss from head to toe Though ever softly did she blow Down the sidewalk I did wander And behind me she did ponder What is life upon the earth? Is it joyous and filled with mirth? Or is it sad and lined with aged Like an ancient rusted cage ? Child tell me she did ask Why from earth do you bask In Helios great golden gift, In to which I simplzepher
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