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Such unscrupulous friend, had I done him wrong? had I been wrong?
Such sybarite friend, temptations rise above me.
I still reminisce our path, were you made me fall blindly In love with you.
I do not need any of the redundancy past because all I want Is to forget you.
Need I not any of your quixotic raconteur? I know they are all to seduce me.
Need you not to at least try to prepossess me? It wont work this time.
I remember your damn way of using me for one thing, remember you broke me?
I cannot lie, I loved It, I loved It that way but only one thing was wrong.
Not that I don't want It but I hate It. Your pernicious way of doing It.
Nothing can compare to what you've done, you broke my heart like It was a perturbation.
No, I wont be a mawkish because that Is just what you want from me.
Nor shall I back trace our past, we are over.
Stupid blind love, I know who you are now.
I don't want you any more, I want you dead.
Nothing can change now, what you did was your greatest S.I.N.
The scent of yours is truly different.
I wish i could hold you but the only thing having us apart is your own thorns.
I can stare for long at your beauty,but it can only be useless after such time.
One day you will truly be ugly.
I don't want to be with you because i might make you filthy.
But no love is ugly,therefore it should be us,filth in the beauty.
Oh what am i saying? there is no way because you are such a lone rose.
Those thorns are only for protection,but no one can protect who you really are.
As each of your petals fall i shall kneel and collect them.
Collect such filthy beauty,you trick my mind but not my heart.
Rose,i shall ignore your thorns and choke you to make your death come faster.
Don't you agree? I am obsessed with you.
No,I am obsessed with your beauty.
Actually,I am obsessed in killing you.
Yes,every day i think of your beauty but every night i think of your death.
Such damn rose shouldn't exist.
Yet i am immobilized with your bright red petals asking m
A Week Of KissesA Week Of Kisses
The first day I told you I loved you,
I imagined kissing your shoulder,
Well before I thought about your lips.
Because I don’t know what I am doing, firstly,
But more importantly,
It’s because I know things can spiral quickly,
If things start shifting
After we lay down the concrete.
So I kiss the foundation,
Before we reach the soil.
The second day I told you I loved you,
I imagined kissing your elbow,
Because it holds together the touch
And the flex.
To exhibit it,
I must kiss the joint that bends
And combines us together.
The third day I told you I loved you,
I lay my lips to your temples,
As I learned about the temple of reform,
For the Youth in North America.
Kissing you there signifying I will protect you,
As well as your temple,
As we re-form, into something more.
The fourth day I told you I loved you,
I’d kiss you softly on your forehead.
Because that’s what holds your brillian
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