evergreen

evergreen

A Poem by joshua deathdealer
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01/2013

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There is a ghost in my head
she manipulates the strings
so that I can feel

There is a ghost in my bed
she presses her face up to mine
so that I can see

her beauty haunts me
her touch enthralls me
her whisper pleases me

She stands before me
bidding me to follow her
so we can embrace in her realm

That our love will be evergreen
never will our leaves shrivel 
and fall with the wind

Instead we will stand
          as we do now
hand in hand



© 2013 joshua deathdealer


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This piece makes me truly happy, it gives a happy and "free" feeling, and it's truly romantic...

There is a certain unity to your voice here, a feeling of true friendship/love, and patience, acceptance, and being there for eachother no matter what, or (when...) even after life.
The picture is perfect, and says how dangerous life can be, but how safe with friendship...

Just another great piece of you my dear soul-buddy xx :)

- Elisa

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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This piece makes me truly happy, it gives a happy and "free" feeling, and it's truly romantic...

There is a certain unity to your voice here, a feeling of true friendship/love, and patience, acceptance, and being there for eachother no matter what, or (when...) even after life.
The picture is perfect, and says how dangerous life can be, but how safe with friendship...

Just another great piece of you my dear soul-buddy xx :)

- Elisa

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Awe, I love the romantic pieces from you, brother! It was so great! I could feel the love you had for this girl even though she was a ghost. I loved this piece in general. Thank you for sharing!

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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joshua deathdealer
joshua deathdealer

Casket City, FL



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