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For a girl I used to know here in Gaiaonline. ____________________________________________________________________
Recall the child who offered you the purest love and came to tame your monsters and your demons too. Lenore was that young maiden's name.
In your aimless, endless wander, you met each other on the road. She found your darkness a wonder, you noticed not and on you rode.
Then one day, all of a sudden, Lenore declared her love for you. You only said you were gladdened, but she took it that you loved her too.
You were afraid to break her heart, and so you merely played along, because pretending is your art; a string of lies is your life's song.
And in her eagerness to please, she wrote you poems of death and gore. You were the only one she sees, this dark but innocent Lenore.
Always told you her whereabouts, she did, and all in her mind too. But she never knew a thing about your thoughts, your life-- the real you.
However, she loved your silence, she loved your mysterious person. You thought she'd tire of your presence yet you gave her not a reason.
So, slowly, you distanced yourself and, rapidly, you grew colder. And understood, she did herself-- lifted her head from your shoulder.
Now it has been four cold winters since Lenore offered you her warmth. Three springs since you left in splinters her tender, young, but darkened heart.
Still, on you wander aimlessly though Fate tried to give you purpose. Still, you hold it needlessly, her self-made emblem, the black rose. ____________________________________________________________________
I just missed her, that's all. I met her from my first account which is now inactive.
Ysrafel · Thu Jan 02, 2014 @ 03:25pm · 0 Comments |
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