

A lover's tragedy.I feel as if we are Romeo and Juliet.A lover's tragedy.
However, we are not dead yet.
We hid the love we made,
Because we know, it will put our elders to shame. However, I wait behind the looking glass, Waiting until I hear them yell 'alas', "The damsel is dead, her heart is broken, The hourglass of time was too much of a burden" The damsel's lover with all of his distress, Could not go on, so he must regress, And take the blade sheathed onto his side, Thrust in it his heart until he can hear them cry "The young man is dead, his heart is broken, They never got to say goodbye."
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I want to taste the air you breath, and Kiss the sky.
I'm glad my work is appreciated
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I want to taste the air you breath, and Kiss the sky.
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