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Comment if you like, anyone, but I insist that nobody ask why I wrote this; let's just say that I felt like it...
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Another Lovesick Child
He's not dead! I refuse to let him die!
I know he's just a story, but I could care less!
His imaginary tale still makes my heart soar and fly,
But I've just about had enough of this stress.
I love a story, one that could never be true.
While everything else seems to have no meaning,
In a world so twisted and cruel,
Where I can't stop this foolish feeling.
Of course, he would never accept me anyways,
For such a slob of a human I am.
He would look upon me as a mere girl of nowadays,
As I hide the tears, as best as I can.
Other girls dream of a chival knight in shining armor,
Or merely a simple man of common day.
But I dream of him, the one of dark glamor,
The one who has brought me joy, yet also dismay.
I fear of shedding my own blood,
Yet for him, I would do so.
Such a fool I am, tripping and falling into the mud,
I just wish that I could understand, why I feel so low.
To him, I may be another lovesick child,
But to me, he will remain as always, a true wolf of the wild.
 Draconica the Vamp-Angel · Sat May 31, 2008 @ 03:05am · 0 Comments |
