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They join each other as the church bells ring
What she wanted wasn't right
That's what she'd been told
Come another cloudy night
The wind was blowing cold
An old house and unmowed grass
And the staring demon in the looking glass
Feelings that she couldn't avert
She loved that boy so much it hurt
They told him "She's not into you
Better find someone else"
Not realizing what they put him through
'Til it ended with church bells
An old house and unmowed grass
The demon stares from the looking glass
As two cursed souls in the night
Desperately search for Heaven's light
She had once told him to
Listen to his heart
One thing she surely knew:
They couldn't stand another day apart
That night they agreed to meet
At a moonlit cemetery
They both admitted their defeat
And gave in to destiny
The abandoned house and unmowed grass
And the demon still in the looking glass
It was the cursed souls' last night
The consequences were dire
For what they thought was heavenly light
Turned out to be hellfire
Angels heavy-heartedly sing
They join each other as the church bells ring
What she wanted wasn't right
That's what she'd been told
Come another cloudy night
The wind was blowing cold
An old house and unmowed grass
And the staring demon in the looking glass
Feelings that she couldn't avert
She loved that boy so much it hurt
They told him "She's not into you
Better find someone else"
Not realizing what they put him through
'Til it ended with church bells
An old house and unmowed grass
The demon stares from the looking glass
As two cursed souls in the night
Desperately search for Heaven's light
She had once told him to
Listen to his heart
One thing she surely knew:
They couldn't stand another day apart
That night they agreed to meet
At a moonlit cemetery
They both admitted their defeat
And gave in to destiny
The abandoned house and unmowed grass
And the demon still in the looking glass
It was the cursed souls' last night
The consequences were dire
For what they thought was heavenly light
Turned out to be hellfire
Angels heavy-heartedly sing
They join each other as the church bells ring
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Okay so I...uh...looked, I looked at the sun's rays gently embracing the shadow of the building through a veneer of transparent curtain, and I was sort of waiting, waiting for the sun to be completely gone because it was setting opposite to the building I was seeing. And I turned to look at the person in my arms on the bed for a bit I would call it a distraction but it wasn't really, was it? I looked back at the building and the sun was gone and it's hard to describe what I felt then, or it's hard for me to understand it anyway. Some part said that I didn't give the sun the respect it was owed because I looked away when it was setting - if I started by paying attention I should've continued. A gentler part said that the person was way more important, that even though she was sleeping and couldn't see me looking at her she could feel the look. You know how you sometimes feel someone looking at you? Sort of like a magnet pulling you to look in the same direction. Like
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the fatal attraction of civil mysticism and the ingenuity of the perfect aspect ratio fit me into my corner so I could cube myself and bloom under pressure never ending as expected new cubbyholes to place in my belly filled with grief and relief for the mes no one wants to see.
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So, my first poem after my writer's block. Don't know if I should feel proud or sad. Love stories aren't really my thing, you see I don't even know if this is any good, but I hope it doesn't make readers too disappointed or bored. The title is a little ex tempore, since I had to come up with something; "love story" has been ruined by Taylor Swift (though the song is okay) and "untitled" would have been too lame. Open for feedback.
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Breath taking as always. And I just love the sword on the side of your art! That way I always know it's yours