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" - But together we decided to paint white roses red. - " I like this line. It speaks a lot of the way two people give into each other and make something new and special. Awesome!

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Last line, Devastation. Please check spelling mistake.

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Another early poem to love of my life. This was somewhat of a warning as to what he was getting into.

Love, don't you see the madness in my eyes?
Can't you hear insanity in all of my shrill cries?
Feeling so unstable, I watch as the world dies,
Thinking, so long to the rainbows and the butterflies.

"Honey, do you really want inside my head?"
I ask you as you lie down next to me in bed.
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But together we decided to paint white roses red. 1 comment

Baby,let me tell you that I'm doing just fine,
And I promise that the blood on my hands isn't mine.
Ask the stars in the sky, "Would you give me a sign?"
Because I'm so fucking tired of waiting in line.

So pick your poison, and I'll spread my cancer.
For every question I have an answer,

But I know it's not what people wish to hear.
The nightmares I construct cause them all this fear.

"Maybe, just maybe, she really is insane."
And I'm begging you, darling, for just a little more pain.

I can't live without that sweet asphyxiation,
My tender loving misery fixation,
The reason for my being, the heart of my creation,
Is to love and be loved by the art of devastation. 1 comment

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