Behold what is here now. I won't hide my feelings. I will accept yours. I am creating the Demise of the Lies. Poetry is a passion, a burning desire. I admire deep thoughts, pretty words, and intellectual beings. Here is a bit of lyrics, from a beautiful song, from AFI (I am slowly but surely becoming obsessed with them!) The song is called Love Like Winter, and has deeper meaning then I can completely understand, for the perspective changes often. It's gorgeous.
Warn your warmth to turn away. Here It's December everyday. Press your lips to the sculptures, and surely you'll stay. For of sugar and ice... I am made, I am made. It's in the blood, it's in the blood. I met my love before I was born. He wanted love, I taste of blood. He bit my lip, and drank my war from years before, from years before. She exhales vanilla lace. I barely dreamt her yesterday. Read the lines in the mirror through the lipstick trace: "Por Siempre." She said, "It seems you're somewhere, far away." to his face.
Love it :)
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