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I buried thee in a grave,For my failure to simply save,The conditions that plague your feeble form,The additions of all terrible inconvenience,A body crippled to beEvery page of our shared tragedy.Love is now at its knees,Calling me down to see,What is only a belief. I cannot truly accept,Your loss from myself,Here I kneel as though
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I have wept two single tears,To where our paths shall divide.One path leadsTo a place of flame, of summer with sweetest kiss.The other leads,To a place of coldness, of winter with misery’s tempest. Our faces look upon where I have shownOur world to end itself,By cuts upon its own wrist,For I know,And truly accept,That these
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I run around where I have seen,All where she has mustered up herself.Two little petals upon isolated cheeks,Two dynasties upon a feared woman,And I would kiss them away,Were she to never draw herself away. Two legs,Like two pillars of porcelain.Two eyes,Like embedded rocks of blue.And a haze of green is all I’ve seen,In forests dressed
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Great ripped veil,Above thy blessed nose,And the music around,The sturdy form painted by my brush.You are lonely without a kiss,Dear little one.With fame and might, pleasure and spite,Beauty was all you knew.And the pain was all you grew,Beneath arms,Cradled like infants, in their hollow selves,All dead, and worn,Like ice upon a rash,Beauty is one terrible
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Why bow to the blame?Why bend a knee to the shame,That will cover my woes with greater stains? For tears to mark a path,Across my heavier cheeks,Must be why,I offered a goodbye,Must be why,I ate those tears as sustenance. For tears to make a journey,Across my tired body,Must be simply why,I was never the man,To
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I was a father to her life,And even a mother to her strife,I acted my part,So that she’ll resideAmong fertile valleys and sunlit glades.I was in the mood to touch,Where spots could be soothed,Where wounds could be mended,Though, eyes were only pulled closed. Among death, and among sadness,I was the most fertile, to send tears
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Place me at the direction,Like a child with two teeth to spare,Of the place where a home resides,On its own,In the great wilderness,The infinite wilderness,Of my limitless grief. I wish to be out,Yet, I cannot stay out,Because, my mind is where hours are lost,In the thoughts.You were beautiful in a form,With eyes that shone above,
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Why had it endedWithout faultGiven upon the other?I am so much in the wonderment,So much in the Hellish endurance,Of pain and growing pain.What is so hard to describe,Is that you will love me as another friend,Is that you will drop tears for somethingThat faded as a distant sunset,That faded alike the tears which have driedUpon
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Keep your eyes closed,And focused uponHow we dance upon,Loose petals upon these lashes,Lashes black and heavy,Hanging with the loose and weighty tears.And among all the demonic curves,To your handsome form,There is beauty radiating everywhere.There is the Autumn, with its guiding chill,Pulling us towardsThe lonely valley with its fading breath.There is great wind from two distant
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Love will never go as planned,Not like we demand,Here’s an altar for your wisdom, your teachings,A sea of suffering is for your body,For you to swim in all tears we’ve collected.Yet, could you stand the salt?The taste of pain in your mouth,Might be enough to protect. Why had we loved?Why had we never sinned,Even as
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The firmament of a woman,An idle focus,On ever-idler blood,Her heart holds the face of swelling sadness,A music that describes miseryIn untold tempests,With waves that roar against her form,And tears that beckon their coming upon simple cheeks.What flame has been extinguished?What pair of eyes no longer look? What seeming fault,Have I been elsewhere to overlook?What denial
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Myself was broken in one,My heart is broken into smallest pieces,At this very moment.And I would love to kissThe lips of tragedy.It is not as urgent,As to kiss the lips of quietness,To calm this groaning heart. Your face of mine,With kisses tender,Kisses quiet,Kisses soothing.It was a matter of factTo my mind,That I’d be able to
Modern Romanticism 