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A simple poem about when you're glad someone's gone... but they're actually not. (I wrote this inspired by 5SOS's song, 'Ghost Of You': https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=stdr6o0-HOM) :D <3
you held out the blade, but never told me what it meant.
‘Farewell! Fare I, o’ fair maid, love to purchase. Turned out the charge ensues but a fraud.’
Beauty lies, and so it is underneath this skin where the eyes of winter green, and buttered chin are nursed of heaven's stain. This love lives on in the darkness and the light. In the coolness of the ...
Their filth is but a stain on my soul Like an ink stain on a new pair of white pants
"Once upon a time, there was a man who lived in the land of the Wiggle-Woos, whose house was built out of gum drops and ginger bread. This man's name was Reginald, and he always had a smile on his fac...
A simple poem about when you're glad someone's gone... but they're actually not. (I wrote this inspired by 5SOS's song, 'Ghost Of You': https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=stdr6o0-HOM) :D <3
you held out the blade, but never told me what it meant.
‘Farewell! Fare I, o’ fair maid, love to purchase. Turned out the charge ensues but a fraud.’
Beauty lies, and so it is underneath this skin where the eyes of winter green, and buttered chin are nursed of heaven's stain. This love lives on in the darkness and the light. In the coolness of the ...
Their filth is but a stain on my soul Like an ink stain on a new pair of white pants
"Once upon a time, there was a man who lived in the land of the Wiggle-Woos, whose house was built out of gum drops and ginger bread. This man's name was Reginald, and he always had a smile on his fac...