Tied togetherDestiny despite every choiceBurned togetherFire eternal saw all potentialMarked togetherThrough every kiss and every bruiseFatedIn the ashes was our love
What is a Female?What is a Mother?A female:Tight waist Luscious lips Big hairBig butt your a slutNever enough Never EnoughFemales are like a cracked mirrorA once clear image now with split personalityActing too old being to youngBroken skin soiled surfaceNo fine line between the great facadeA mother:Too young Too old Too aloneBreast got you pressedToo much Too muchmothers are marionettes made to be mutilated
Where will i go when i die?I believe i will cease to existNo memory to liveNo body to to breatheI will go nowhereYou can believe what you wantThat i will go burn or flyThat i will be born againYou could tell me you cant go nowhereAnd i will nod my headYou could tell me to change my answerAnd i would say reincarnation i guessHowever, i will addSleep is mini deathNo certainly you will wake upBut are you afraid of sleep? No of course not
LoVeis...Hopeless Romantics meeting for the first time2 legal documents (marriage & divorce)Between 2 peopleSomething strongSomething weakOnly in fairytalesA signal of hopeAnger and rageUnbrokenBeakableFakeableforeverChanceFate
When I behold a forest spreadWith silken trees upon thy head;And when I see that other dressOf flowers set in comeliness;When I behold another graceIn the ascent of curious lace,Which, like a pinnacle, doth shewThe top, and the top-gallant too;Then, when I see thy tresses boundInto an oval, square, or round,And knit in knots far more than I.Can tell by tongue, or True-love tie;Next, when those lawny films I seePlay with a wild civility;And all those airy silks to flow,
Sweet serene sky-like flower,Haste to adorn her bower;From thy long cloudy bedShoot forth thy damask head!New-startled blush of Flora,The grief of pale Aurora,Who will contest no more,Haste, haste to strew her floor!Vermilion ball that's givenFrom lip to lip in heaven,Love's couch's coverlet,Haste, haste to make her bed!Dear offspring of pleased VenusAnd jolly plump Silenus,Haste, haste to deck the hairOf the only sweetly fair!