''She was lost in her longing to understand"
~Isaac~
My pure orbs laid upon a cold-hearted knave,
Isaac, oh, Isaac
That the cherubs atop, my scarlet ticker they laved,
I had fallen quite hard like the cruel ocean waves,
For Isaac, my Isaac
Though he never glimpsed upon me,
Why Isaac?, oh, Isaac
My pure orbs, they have turned into a bitter sea
Done by Isaac, oh, Isaac
That knave thieved the joy from me, you see-
God! Isaac, Why Isaac?
I wish I never had opened my once pure eyes for Isaac
Behold of what Isaac had done to me
My Isaac, oh, Isaac
He had purloined my love and my glee from me
Oh, Isaac, my Isaac
~A.V
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The Past of Antoinette
PoesiaThese are the things that describes Antoinette's past: Regrets Lust Dreams Love Hate Happiness Relationships Anger Anxiety Sadness Broken It's to have that past that will never go back or it has its purpose and reason to why it has to go back to...
