Her chapped lips with honey all over them~
So sticky, yet so sweet.
The secret in their eyes is a visit you wouldn't want.
The little evil inside of them, wasn't what they meant.
Her sticky secrets are everywhere, so evil as it comes by us.
Though... why now?
Why is it now we see the evil, in her eyes?
Thou lips, so sweet when upon my own.
So bitter from afar...
Went haunting for thou other half, and was left with nothing.
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Hearing such honest emotions, when playing the cello.
Hearing the bow strings bounding off.
Hearing the gunning of the notes on the violin.
Hearing the ringing of the notes on the piano~
The violin is like hearing such sweet sorrow.
The cello is like hearing such sweet joy.
And when we hear the piano, the melody of both sweet joy and sorrow, it is merely a whisper of the truth.
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PoetryNO COPY RIGHT WHAT SO EVER I for one, have been in love with writing poetry since I was younger, I just could never seem to get what I need to feel to say. I've recently written some new poems and I'm deciding if I should post them or not. What do...
