Oct 02, 2012 22:42
I have pondered the unponderable,
stormed the wide walls, wandered fell and fen
and glade and dale, cast my net across the vale.
Sunk in sorrow, cried in joy, and yet...
I let you play me like a toy,
and in the end...
you were nothing I would get or buy,
you awful boy,
you were nothing but a lie.
-- Jade Lauron
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And sweet as those by hopeless fancy feigned
On lips that are for others; deep as love,
Deep as first love, and wild with all regret;
O Death in Life, the days that are no more."
---Lord Tennyson
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