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I have lived with shackles 'round my wrists for three long years.Bound to you by death and by love.Trapped within this cage of your heart -I could not..
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"Why do you love me?", I asked her."Just because", she answered."That cannot be, you must love me for a reason", I said."Sometimes love needs no reaso..
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Take me away, Oh melancholia-To the land where you reside.I want to bathe in the river of your memoriesAnd wash away my tears So they could flow with ..
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Goldenrod, like the color of the sunset-You whom I have taken for granted;You with the immaculate beauty,And the scent whom I adore-But I cannot show...
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My writing turns to scrawls and scribbles,As I rush to write about you.Your eyes,Your face,Your smell,Your movements -I have them all memorized and ye..
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"This is a story about love. However, this is not a love story" -500 days of summer
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Once there was a rose who wanted to live forever.She was the most beautiful among her thorny friends,And so she wanted it to last. She did all she cou..
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Beautiful is her heart of passion,Of which I am condemned.Fiery tongues of lies and illusions,To my fate, I have descend.She burns as my promises turn..
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I trudge along the path,With no one to keep me company.I look up to check if it's still there -That lone star that never leaves.How many nights did I ..
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You are a monster dressed in a suit.A demon hiding behind an angelic face.You smile at me in my waking hours,Then you turn around and haunt me in my s..
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