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    dots Submission Name: Graverobbingdots
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    Author: Septembruary
    ASL Info:    17-female-ireland
    Elite Ratio:    3.01 - 11/14/6
    Words: 266
    Class/Type: Misc/Misc
    Total Views: 1388
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    Description:
       Putting the thoughts and memories of a lover in the grave to move on.


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    That night was so still; and dark but still bright,
    The stars pierced the darkness with attempts to bring light.
    The summer of passion has came to a close,
    The air feels so cold now as Autumn first shows.

    The road is one empty, long stretching black street,
    When I hear from the darkness the tread of your feet.
    And now in the distance, I see you draw near;
    …I know in my heart it will end tonight, here.

    Words are not needed; our glance says it all,
    We walk past the graveyard, to stop by a wall.
    The silence speaks volumes, as I look in your eyes,
    Then turn from your sight, so you won’t see me cry.

    We want to continue; our love left unfinished,
    I tried to forgive but the feelings diminished.
    You blew it to shreds on that one stupid night.
    I should never have left; let you out of my sight.

    Piece by piece, the world falls apart,
    The last drips of blood which once were my heart.
    Everything collapses, falls to my feet…
    …For the first time in years, my life feels complete!

    For when the heart is consumed, there’s nothing to break.
    Nothing to hurt, or put down or to take.
    Nothing can harm you, no need to conform.
    A life based on solitude now feels so warm.

    So let’s bury our love, deep down far from reach;
    Your vampireish charm sucks my life like a leach.
    Our memory is safe, never to uncover,
    No more graverobbing, sleep tight, my lover.




    Submitted on 2005-11-08 12:18:57     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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    ||| Comments |||
      Hey, don't you listen to this dickhead, he's a troll...he's too pussy to post any of his own work, and he's spreading his bull sh*t all over the site.

    Ignore him, he'll be dead tomorrow (if I can find him)

    be happy

    graeme
    | Posted on 2005-11-08 00:00:00 | by wewak11 | [ Reply to This ]
      Thanks for commenting in so much detail, and thanks for criticism, its good to have a little of that to improve on my writings in future.
    | Posted on 2005-11-08 00:00:00 | by Septembruary | [ Reply to This ]


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