Thursday, 22 January 2009
My crescent coat that you wear
Till death that you had swear
Thickness that is not easily tear
Caution and always prepared
Promises we have declared
Feelings that we had shared
Extreme extend,
to be a pair Secret bonds,
publicly unaware
The world has been unfair
Judging with cold stares
A true love that is rare
Leaving only a messy affair
Bloodshed placed everywhere
Leaving me hopeless and despair
Nightmare couldn't even compare
Crimson dust fills the air
Wearing my star coat with six pockets
I still hold on your heirloom locket
Would you cover me up with a jacket?
And take me away to another planet?
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