Tortured Love

September 8, 2009
By Anonymous

Oh what deadly dreams and singing things.
Together like a caravan on the moon
Apart like swimmers on the stars.
Screaming wounds from empty days
And fireflies in ice
Wrongdoers and pretty flowers
All dancing in the moonlight
The songs of rushed nights
Flying through our scattered brains
Shouting our love as the cobwebs grow in our hearts

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on Jun. 29 2015 at 1:14 am
DanteDrakien GOLD, Ogden, Utah
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Favorite Quote:
"Do not go gentle in that good night, Rage rage against the dying of the light"

You have my respect


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