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SOS
In my darkest of hours,
You are there showing me love and care...
All of my pain you have tried to bear;
With your love a dark angel was born.
Swearing to love and protect you
From all that torn your hope and dreams.
With what dark love I hold in my heart
Let it quite you're your silent screams.
Countless times have I held you in my arms,
Always will I take all of fears and alarms,
With black wings I embrace you bringing you close to me.
With clawed hands I will whip away countless tears.
For no other reason than your love for me.
In my darkest of hours,
You are there showing me love and care...
All of my pain you have tried to bear;
With your love a dark angel was born.
Swearing to love and protect you
From all that torn your hope and dreams.
With what dark love I hold in my heart
Let it quite you're your silent screams.
Countless times have I held you in my arms,
Always will I take all of fears and alarms,
With black wings I embrace you bringing you close to me.
With clawed hands I will whip away countless tears.
For no other reason than your love for me.
Literature
I Feel
At times like this,
I feel so alone,
I know you're here,
I know you love me.
Yet still I feel withdrawn,
cloaked within myself,
hiding.
I long to be...
wanted,
desired,
liked,
loved.
It is like a drug,
I cannot quit.
Maybe it's the depression,
but when I'm like this,
there are two drugs I crave,
love and solitude.
Torn between being alone,
so you won't see the pain,
and being loved enough
to erase the pain.
Each day it grows,
worse and worse,
needing more and more,
until I drain you dry,
with nothing
left to give.
Waiting for you...
to touch me,
to want me,
to hold me,
to love me.
At tim
Literature
Dreaming
Once I had a dream so crystal clear
it washed my dream-filled crystal eyes
bright blue.
Once I had a dream about another
and of walking shores on white-washed sand -
so far.
And over hills of pure bright green
and under halls of deep red stone
and through the heart of all there is
we went.
But by sunlight, crystals turn ashen;
the touch of your hand slips
like sand.
But through work-hours and play-times
and realistic views
I’ll be fine.
I will through all my days
I will through all my hours
scratch your words into stone-slabs
and deeds into bone
in my mind.
Literature
ocean ripples
A rippling effect
has the ocean
grace us, love
never left us
apart
as time
stumble into
a halt
turning
bad memories
into a
nightmare
simply forgotten,
we changed
for the
better...
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