

On Love, Innocence, and DeathHit by the blind archer of love’s arrow We unwittingly fall prey to the Heart. A warmth seeps into our deepest marrow And our own minds begin to fall apart. Born to this world we know not about love Innocent, our eyes sparkle like the sun. We are at peace like the white on a dove Until our emotions launch like a gun. But what begins with eleven black crows Can only finish with eight, blacker still. Our sorrow-struck hearts filled with many woes, Where we can’t speak, misery-filled tears will. And thus in loves cruel cycle we are stuck. So when you hear a whizzing arOn Love, Innocence, and Death
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At times I just want to hold you close, and other times I just want to wring your neck.
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i'm taking a mental picture=blinks=
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i'm taking a mental picture=blinks=
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i'm taking a mental picture=blinks=
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