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quarta-feira, 4 de fevereiro de 2015

I thank God for the suffering


Though incisions once made Her so vivid
A scarlet whore
With both heels in the door
Of a heaven severed from me, insipid

And midst the writhe of parapets
Where angels sigh, lonely she sits
Upon the lip
Only a slip from whence I beg Her

That I would wish
Her kiss a chrysalis 
To break to make my fluttered heart amiss
And in those frozen moments won
From grief that creeps to wreathe the sun
In drapes inwove with deathshead wing
I thank God for the suffering


posted by Cαмiℓiинα® at 17:39 0 comments

segunda-feira, 2 de fevereiro de 2015

We should not rush.
Love is a cliff.
When one thinks they're flying, actually they may be already falling.

We should not rush.
Love is a cliff.
When one thinks they're flying, actually they may be already falling.
posted by Cαмiℓiинα® at 11:46 0 comments