First, winter, the dawning of death
Of a star crossed heart never made to be
Cherished by the only soul to which it knows love
Second, heart break, rebounding hearts
Of those that chased upon a lost star
Fate-bound to fail in conquest of her heart
Third, hope, chosen at last
Sweetest kisses of affection made real
Seconds made endless by the slowing of cruel time
Fourth, realization, t'was but an illusion
Unworthy of love, the fate of a whore
Bloodshed and damnation be thine only salvation
A.S
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Another Tragic Story
PoetryA collection of the thoughts and feelings I'm too afraid to share. These words are things I see, hear, taste, and feel. These are the words of my life on a page, this is the tragedy I see.
