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My looking glass doth not lie. Upon my mothers bodice, there lay a stain, dare I say I am not ashamed? A shamble of her former self. A wise man once said, “There is no man whose cloudy eyes cannot withstand,”. What is it, I could never understand.
My bible dearest doth not lie. Upon my bookshelf, there she lies, dare I say I am not ashamed? A shamble of her former self. A wise man once said, “Within my bible tells a story that of a great man,”. Who he is, I could never understand.
My lover doth not lie. Upon the porch, he laid a blanket and a bottle of wine, dare I say I am not ashamed? A shamble of his former self. A wise man once said, “The love of today could be gone tomorrow,”. Why that is, I could never understand.
- by CoblynauRisen |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 06/03/2009 |
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- Title: Painted pictures.
- Artist: CoblynauRisen
- Description: Deception and misconception combined to make another miscellaneous poem. Different style than my usual stuff. Here I have painted you a picture in... well, words. :)
- Date: 06/03/2009
- Tags: painted pictures
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