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in matrimony In December,in matrimony by ~50thousandtears
My eyes painted you on a moon rise;
Your rapturous form
Opaque in the night's luminosity,
Bones of exquisite honey.
Fixated on celestial dust
Lining ebony velvet skies,
Stars blossom; night lanterns
Light skylines of promise.
Your familiar voice welds
With seraphic carols, and I
Remain rapt in your flushed eyes,
In matrimony with my own.
december air Gunshots in our heaven tonight;december air by ~50thousandtears
A paroxysm of light slices through
Crimson heartstrings and ebony skies-
Bursts of neon shimmer and there is
Rebirth in our caressed, volatile entities.
Grand clocks chime nightly melodies and
Subdue us as we drown in celestial infinity
And a private concoction of time on hold-
As we breathe in the stars and smiles spread;
Our hearts are winged and aching to take flight.
Fingers intertwined in prayer in the midst of
The December cold air; eyes undressed as I
Lean on marble and blow a gentle kiss
Through inches unknown and winds biting,
In hopes it will reach you by sunrise.
"Can't you
you You walked into my mid-winter reverie and stunned even the stars, till they fell into the grasp of my yearning hand. With your nectarous lips, you saturate me in a fume of a million wistful sighs. Oh it is an enticing perfume of epitomised grace and beauty, of which lingers on my window pane in the midst of a lonesome night. You paint colour onto the crackling black & white dream- you give me the most gorgeous sleep. And you are my morning glory, till it's witching hour once again.you by ~50thousandtears
the essence of demise Wrap me up in winter's solace and I'll pray against the mighty winds, for tides of soulful rest and sighs of a dreary body comforted by a desired slumber. In silence, we kneel amongst funereal music just a tad too loud, and the sexy saxophone no longer an aphrodisiac. This time, the rain beats down to wash our sins away, and the melody of the orient meets west is only a distraction to the goodbye that has to be made. Clothed in somber ivory and shades of midnight, children are slapped with the sight of a victim of nature's worst enemy- the element of eternal rest. An image too brutal for young eyes, it hauls desperate cries as their little hethe essence of demise by ~50thousandtears
Sta.sh
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Perth owns.--
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Life means everything when alive, and nothing when you die
I would rather be hated for what I said, instead of loved for what I never meant (to all the haters)
Question everything, including yourself and your self
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He Who dies with the most toys is, nonetheless, still dead