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Seven deadly sins and a dozen dead roses
To line the cemetery gate
Where the rusted iron cut their hands
And put a curse upon them-
So they may never unlock the door of possibility
Where inevitably they would find their fate
And lie together cold
To wait
Never taking chance to leave the rotted garden
To afraid to pass the rusted iron
Or the over grown fences
Where outside its sullen boundaries
They could breath life into each other
Until one day finding their way
Back inside the cemetery walls
Six feet under the willow trees
And miles bellow the fallen leaves
-Amber Pompeii
Sorry, that poem just grabbed me, heh. I liked it. Title to be announced
To line the cemetery gate
Where the rusted iron cut their hands
And put a curse upon them-
So they may never unlock the door of possibility
Where inevitably they would find their fate
And lie together cold
To wait
Never taking chance to leave the rotted garden
To afraid to pass the rusted iron
Or the over grown fences
Where outside its sullen boundaries
They could breath life into each other
Until one day finding their way
Back inside the cemetery walls
Six feet under the willow trees
And miles bellow the fallen leaves
-Amber Pompeii
Sorry, that poem just grabbed me, heh. I liked it. Title to be announced