Never to love, never to remember.
All to live for is the month of December.
It is then that white rain falls and melts,
WIth the tingling sensation opposite to belts.
Trees of another world, white trees that look like clouds.
When will the Princess of Darkness stop dreaming,
And come to reality?
When will she fall in love, and will he show her the light?
SHe cries when darkness comes,
And the river flows with her as one.
When will she remember, when will she remember how to love?
"In December when white rain falls, I will be waiting for your heart's call.
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A Nightmare Deceased
It's a poem I wrote...don't steal it. If you want to use it or blah blah...ask me...ok.
A NIghtmare Deceased
She sat starring at the sea,
For what lied there was a key.
A tear ran down her face,
In her heart was empty space.
She spread her ar
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