Hell's fury hath desire,
Burning high as a funeral pyre.
But alas 'tis reborn,
In the eye of a woman's scorn.
And in the breath of Satan's last,
His love has turned to putrid ash.
But her blue eyes his love for long,
The echo of his horrid wrong.
He admits to no one still,
The hatred of that earthly thrill.
And ne'er again shall he see,
She who's lover he
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<3 It's like the purest jet tainted love in words <3
Thanks for sharing this! ;3
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anyway, i've added you already as a friend.. you didnt have any choice, hahaha
i was just browsing through my friends' page then.. i found out you are Scrunchy!!! Scrunchy! Scrunchy!
hehehe
and also that we share a lot in common: caffeine, dogs, football, and well, ES21
however, i love cats, as evident in my userpic.. but i hope this will not affect our acquaintance
and oh, you write poetry..! really nice..
i write some "poetry" (don't really knw if that's what you can call 'em) too, though not abt ES21
anyway, i'll read you around..???
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I hate cats... they're... just, no.... I don't do cats. It will have no affect on our accuaintance, though. I don't discriminate between favorite animals =D
It would be "poems". And I'm glad that you like my poetry. ^_^
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