Amber
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Her eyes were like diamonds, glassy and sharp.
They pierced into the souls of whomever came her way.
They were the reason he wanted her so badly.
He felt a longing, a pull, that he could not explain.
"The sun was an angry little pinhead."
If the body is a temple, mine has been
sacked.
The sky's cruel torch forgot me
on its way across the sky.
Oh, sister, we are bound by blood eternally
An ocean separates us but I can still feel you here with me
Why, at night, do I have nightmares, and not dreams?
Because, dear sister, you are all I need
Sometimes I dream she’s dead,
Blood flowing from her head,
I wish I did it,
One thrash head hit,
Strung from a noose,
Tied so tight, she’d never get loose,
A smothering pillow over he head,
I have never slowed down.
Ran afraid from it all.
My pain that I harbor
from every time I fall.
I have hid in shame
and have froze in fear.
I've even morned the death
I have never slowed down.
Ran afraid from it all.
My pain that I harbor
from every time I fall.
I have hid in shame
and have froze in fear.
I've even morned the death
Pride and Glory
The most prized possession
The most pure and unique
It has its own worth
Pride is your own love
You value yourself
You do your best in everything
You look down on others
Her piercing charisma inadvertently negates my indomitable fortification like an oblivious butterfly mocks the opulent structures of man by its evanescent fluttering.
