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[title] => Goodnight
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[bodytext] =>  Goodnight A druken night but words held true Leading to exaggerated actions Two young vulnerable hearts meet Both tainted with different malice's One pleads for the kiss of the raven And the other is working towards it Neither knew just how deep in water The other one wade Love was thrust upon them both And not discreetly at that Guilt constrained their emotions And bound them only to affair She had fallen for him completely Giving even the shirt off her back He held onto a painful pleasure Oppressing the only one who cared Falling deeper into dismay Crying rivers red but never tears She wove herself knew scars Each one telling of her vibrant pain He told her of his affection Towards her and another as well Culpability eating at him Like a vulture upon the deceased Both possessive over one another Yet they had no right at all She was more tolerant But silence says so much more The days went on and go no better Sorrow simulated behind forged bliss The ease misjudged and transient Thier confusion only rising Assuring adoration to two He tells the same story twice Yet the truth can only lie Within one fable Knowing all along She plays the hand; inteneded ignorance If only to delay her heart This one last defeat Never occuring to him Games arent fun for all the players Winners are never labeled sore For they dont know the feeling Beggining to move past Starting to forget it all Trying to act with just But who determines right from wrong Then the tables were turned Or so he thought Accusations filled the air No one ever left room for concern A girls who's innocence Pierced the eyes of gods angels Felt the sorrow of the world Inflicted by her own undeniable shame You could call it Romeo and Juliet However it was a twisted version For Juliet died but not for love And her Romeo followed but not for her Without realization of it Both had been faced with the question Of whether to give your heart to Who loves you, or rather who you love A twisted love triangle of suicides A borderline of disorder A Juliet and A Romeo kissed the blade Forever together, forever goodnight. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 148 [topic] => 36 [informant] => CursedKiss [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Suicide )
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