Elegant Lies/by:Haunted Lunacy
Her eyes were gleaming
in the moonlight
As her lips whispered
I love you.
Her lies, so elegant as
they rode upon the wind.
on this road many hearts burn.
The Poets Curse/by:Haunted Lunacy
The poets curse is to hold this pen, to write the words that hurt within, to weep alone and spill this ink, when all he wants is to cease to think. These pages stained with memories so dear, he keeps them close and pretends she’s near. Immortal words, his ink will flow, he can never truly let her go.
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