While walking down the aisle
my rose petal dreams
withered and
fell from my bouquet
On the broken alter
I put down my veil,
kissed a grey face
And vowed,
I will build my life
on the ruins of desire
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Yet come to me in dreams, that I may live My very life again though cold in death:
1 comment:
"I will build my life
on the ruins of desire"
good words.
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