Cherry Blossom

It was many days ago when I fell for those brown colored eyes, your sweet smile, your long curly black hair flowing with the cold gentle breeze.

I was in a daze for days, for your cold staring gaze was there to kill my heart and bring it simply back to life with your sweet genuine smile.
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I bathed in the silence of the room, reminiscing memories of us, you looked so beautiful in white, yet I tainted it with red. your skin cold to touch, you looked pale as the moonlight. Satan's coming for me yet I have accepted his invite six feet below, I don't have no soul that's why I have no fear. Been restless this past few nights I can feel your soul sleeping besides me, my conscience keeping me awake for night. why'd I have to kill you?
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It was many decades ago, in heaven
She was an angel that came down,
Packed her things and was raring to go,
With her angelic voice, serpent like hair that slithers in the wind, her opal colored eyes showing calmness and a sanctuary for the lost souls to rest at ease and open up.
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Screams of never-ending agony killed the ghost-quiet night, the teary eyed stars watched as two lives were lost under their supervision, the moon held back its tears for it can't do anything but accept the fact that he is only a spectator.

He was clothed in pure darkness yet it was slowly being consumed by the spreading tint of red that ran down his head, his hands were occupied by his lifeless bride that was covered in roses due to an accident they didn't expect.
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It was many moons ago, in a window by the sea, she was sitting in silence and was doused in the pale moonlight, the peaceful entrance of the cherry blossoms into the room it brought along the frigid breath of the cold, mysterious night.

The angels observing from above, watching with envy of my beautiful Isolde, they folded the heavens making it into a starless and dark sky, crashed the peaceful heavens creating cackling and roaring thunder and lightning that shocked my beautiful Isolde.
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It was at summer twilight when their eyes intertwined, they met at the cliff that the moon served in a silver platter.
Their hands danced as soon as they touched, their bodies shivered from the blistering clod blown by the Old Wind, they bathed in silence and was covered with blooming hyacinth flowers.
The cold summer breeze blew into their souls leaving them frozen in place as time moves on without them.
The night was killed by the rising sun, yet they remained.
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