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Saturday, July 07, 2007

♥ beautiful tragedy

she is beautiful poetry,
porcelain doll in a velvet dress
drinking tea on china cups and dainty plates
but her love is poison
she'll bound you in chains
'tis masquerade butchery,
men gaped at her mask
but loathe the monster beneath
the tragedy starts to unfold.


and she whispers,
'there's a halo above my head
am i alive or dead?
a dagger's following me around,
are these scars for real?
'cause i don't feel a thing
a voice keeps telling me to kill me
but my strength has lost an arm.'

see, that's the beauty of tragedy
death loved her,
we know she'll die in the end
everyone mourns.
curtain closes.
we hear applaud.

♥ And did I tell you that I love you tonight
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♥ Blissed Lover ;

    rachel anne arandilla
    seventeen
    ahh the beauty of holiday and its ability to shrink your brain to nothingness

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