A deserted heart
When the violets have elegance,
Though they flourish,
White skin is the eternity,
Innocence key to excellence.
Like a rose grow out of concrete
You will find yourself
In a situation,
No man ever could imagine.
The bond between us,
Cries of those who never touched,
In a palace or in a deserted heart,
The love is never enough...
(Untitled poem)
Death shall afraid,
Not because of my bravery,
Mercy will kept by me,
Through the love of,
The ones that never,
Truly felt harmony.
Though some take a knee,
Promise, till death do us part,
Not a living could mean it,
But me.
Even the death itself,
Could not seperate,
The souls already,
Bond and affiliate,
Before the creation,
At the burgatory.
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