My Gothic Prince
- LECTURES 129
- Votes 1
- Chapitres 2
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Dernière publication mer., févr. 19, 2014
She resurrects my heart
Gives me emotion
Shows me what it is like to feel again
Takes away the numbness
Fills the voided whole that makes my soul ice cold
She is my focus when I hate the world around me
Without her I don't know what it is like to be me
She is the air I need to breath
My soul when it leaves my body
The cell that helps my host of my parasitic soul
Thanks to her I know the reason/meanings of life
She is the wings that helps me fly
She is the dark to the night
The light to the day
The clouds to the rain
The rain to the earth
....
She is my eternal afterlife
~Burn Fortalejo
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