in the pain shadowed recesses of my heart made of thorns
i keep my desire locked away behind bolted door
i search for you under cover of night
my eyes burn to see your face
you call to me like a curse i must follow
my love, my pain, my death
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what thorn shall fall on yonder rose petal
asparagus23
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do not walk in front of me for i may not follow
do not walk behind me for i may not lead
do not walk beside me either
LEAVE ME THE HELL ALONE.
for more exciting adventures read a poetic journal by me...
do not walk behind me for i may not lead
do not walk beside me either
LEAVE ME THE HELL ALONE.
for more exciting adventures read a poetic journal by me...