'Adorn me with the smallest verse.'
By blackheart
Throw aside these misconceptions, You seem to hold of me, Nothing now you know of i, Perhaps you'd kindly leave me be! i'm sorry! No more, i've said it a thousand times, i'm sick of hearing the same old phrase, Falling from my jaw. Eradicate the detestation, You've found inside yourself, It's not my fault, don't blame me, i did not make the pains you've felt! ... sick and tired, i'm bored now... what is it you still fear? i'm nothing more than wasted, pointless and absurd! ... sick, no ill, i'm dying now... take me home and love me? i'm constantly in awe of you, you're admired and esteemed! i'm sorry! What for? i will not say it anymore, i'm weary of hearing the same old voice, Slipping as i yawn. Perplex the final curtain, You drape around my show, No matter how i love you, You'll always be a blistering cold. Suprise me with a slogan, You'd normally not exclaim, i've waited for so long now, Please gild me with that pleasing phrase. You know in time it's worth it, For love can conquer all, Come now, hold me tightly, As we fastly fall, Undeniably, unarguably, unconventionally, In love. Written January 23rd, 2002 © on Jan 23 2002 04:01 AM PST, harry luck 0 • 8
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