Okay, actual poem time! This was written when I was limerent or some crap so.. it kinda scares the crap out of me. Why the crap did I even write this!
<!--QuoteBegin-Her Silence+--></div><table border='0' align='center' width='95%' cellpadding='3' cellspacing='1'><tr><td><b>QUOTE</b> (Her Silence)</td></tr><tr><td id='QUOTE'><!--QuoteEBegin--> Her silence is maddening An echo that mocks me Reverbrating between the nothingness That it has carved within
In hope, I broke my silence With her silence, she breaks my hope Catch the glimmer of falling stars in midnight sky All I can do in sudden darkness
Glorious the silent, falling scythe That would rip, tear, eviscerate My heart from this sliver of hope I grasp Barbed though it be
But let my hands bleed as I clasp Run forth those rose red rivulets I care not. I tighten my fist Never to let go of this silent, torturous bliss <!--QuoteEnd--></td></tr></table><div class='postcolor'><!--QuoteEEnd-->
rofls stainyou, rofles!
I have the book, almost have a bag like that and I carry a spiral notebook around almost everywhere I go. My previous one had bad song lyrics too, like the poem I quoted above. It would be difficult to pull of too tight shirt though since... lets just say I severely lack anorexic thinness.
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<!--QuoteBegin-Her Silence+--></div><table border='0' align='center' width='95%' cellpadding='3' cellspacing='1'><tr><td><b>QUOTE</b> (Her Silence)</td></tr><tr><td id='QUOTE'><!--QuoteEBegin-->
Her silence is maddening
An echo that mocks me
Reverbrating between the nothingness
That it has carved within
In hope, I broke my silence
With her silence, she breaks my hope
Catch the glimmer of falling stars in midnight sky
All I can do in sudden darkness
Glorious the silent, falling scythe
That would rip, tear, eviscerate
My heart from this sliver of hope I grasp
Barbed though it be
But let my hands bleed as I clasp
Run forth those rose red rivulets
I care not. I tighten my fist
Never to let go of this silent, torturous bliss
<!--QuoteEnd--></td></tr></table><div class='postcolor'><!--QuoteEEnd-->
rofls stainyou, rofles!
I have the book, almost have a bag like that and I carry a spiral notebook around almost everywhere I go. My previous one had bad song lyrics too, like the poem I quoted above. It would be difficult to pull of too tight shirt though since... lets just say I severely lack anorexic thinness.
words cannot express the win of this post
Me too, I wouldn't worry.
Me too, I wouldn't worry. <!--QuoteEnd--> </td></tr></table><div class='postcolor'> <!--QuoteEEnd-->
Hold me.