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Fanged One1 Poems
When Our Lips Touch
Softly, gently, your lips touch mine, At this moment, we’re frozen in time. The love that we show to the world, A love so perfect that many aren’t showed
Jealousy Is A Curse
The Green Eyes monster, Swells inside me. It's anger and fury, Tries to control me.
I open my eyes, A new day dawns. It's bright and beautiful, As the light spawns.
When Next I Feast
What shall i do When next i feast? Shall i become a great big beast?
Sara, My Darling
When i saw you Your elegance filling the room I thought to myself My chance, or certain doom?
I have always had this sadness that has washed over me For every time i got that way it's easier for me to see:
This Feeling, It haunts me. Sitting there so silently, Forever taunting me.
A Child For The World
For all that I've lived, All 8 months. I couldn't ask for a better life, I lived in triumph.
I love her so, I love her dearly. She was once mine, It was so clearly.
Robots Just Need Love
Systems fail. Circuts bleed. Full malfunction, A lovers creed.
Fair Streets O' Gotham
I prance through the streets, A knife in my hand. My weapon of choice. Let's make a stand.
I'll Always Love You
How the world stands still when i'm with you. The day i found you, No clue what to do.
I see you there Man in the dark. You carry a vengence That will strike at my heart.
Come Back To Me
I gave you my heart, I gave you my soul. You're the only one That made me whole.
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(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)
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When Our Lips Touch
Softly, gently, your lips touch mine,
At this moment, we’re frozen in time.
The love that we show to the world,
A love so perfect that many aren’t showed
Every second I spend with you,
A million things I wish to do.
To dance and sing, for the girl I’ve found,
How perfect she is, to have around.
All this time, I have been blinded,
When I saw you that day, my eyes widened.
The immaculate sight I did see,
For I had been living so blatantly.
Some say you can have too much of a good thing.
I’ll strike them down with a bitter sting.