My heart in raving madness broken,
by pining lies and vain words spoken.
It seems this is all I was meant to be.
My dying mouth with love words ribboned,
shall keep them evermore imprisoned
as the first to close my eyes, i am the first to see.
My soul run through by deep love spurned.
a bloody mess from feelings turned,
seems all that I acheive from life is pain.
Yet now dark clouds part like kings decrees,
and with silver linings I see them leave.
With all else lost some good stand I to gain?
For little flowers dormant lie...
Until the tears of rain are cried.
- Anthony Daniel Stover
Reason for writing:
Its a long... Story... Kinda stupid actually... Email me if you really wanna hear it.
Birth sign: Leo
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