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In a house,
covered in moss and mold.
layed a girl,
her heart ice cold.
in the mirror,
next to the bed.
plays a constant song,
the song of the dead.
So every night,
with a cresent moon.
her corpse dances
to the evil tune.
she will dance and sing
with a warmhearted bliss
under the cresent moon
till true loves kiss.
- by hexcastersasuke |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 01/18/2009 |
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- Title: 'till true loves kiss.
- Artist: hexcastersasuke
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Description:
just a random poem i decided to make i hope u likez it.
o and i already no my grammer and english stinks dont remind me. X3 - Date: 01/18/2009
- Tags: dead true love
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Comments (2 Comments)
- Mistress Of Jade - 01/18/2009
- That's awesome. I could see it in my head while reading it... wow... Amazing!!
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- Moonlight_Maiden123 - 01/18/2009
- excellant work! it was enteraning ^^ and dont worry my grammer and spelling suck too XD
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