Is it wandering worth it?,
Are you ill? “You deserve it…”
When your mind stays behind,
And you’re trapped and rewind,
And you see her strike the pose,
When she’s hurt by the rose.
She dances forever,
And ever and ever…
Is it wandering worth it?,
Are you sane? “I forgot it…”
On the day of your funeral,
I cursed the immortal.
Suppressed by my fears,
I watered the rose with my tears.
She dances forever,
And ever and ever…
The years gone by,
As she sang me a lullaby.
I swore my self to her.
The rose submerged me in slumber.
She dances forever,
And ever and ever…
The kiss of black lips,
The lonely and weak,
Her flesh I caressed,
And the rose watched obsessed.
She dances forever,
And ever and ever…
On the day of my funeral,
They cursed the immortal.
Suppressed by their fears,
They watered the rose with their tears…
Forever and ever and ever…















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Thou shall forget...
The loss of a memory becomes the birth of emptiness.
excelente, solo cuida un par de versos, rompen la metrica que llevas, como "I watered the rose with my tears" es muy largo; tambien "The rose submerged me in slumber" y "As she sang me a lullaby" podria ser solo "she sang me a lullaby"
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I became crazy, then life became simpler
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Reflexivos. Profundos como los mares que encharcan cuan inmensa sea la nostalgia de un ayer perdido, que en temporada de flores añejas, se abre en un letárgico suspiro... Nostalgia, flor de otoño...
-Alejandra S.-
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I became crazy, then life became simpler
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(O.O) This is Bunny. Copy Bunny to your signature
(>< ) to help him achieve world domination.
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Reflexivos. Profundos como los mares que encharcan cuan inmensa sea la nostalgia de un ayer perdido, que en temporada de flores añejas, se abre en un letárgico suspiro... Nostalgia, flor de otoño...
-Alejandra S.-
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A poet can survive everything but a misprint.
Oscar Wilde
Arguments are to be avoided: they are always vulgar and often convincing.
Oscar Wilde
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Reflexivos. Profundos como los mares que encharcan cuan inmensa sea la nostalgia de un ayer perdido, que en temporada de flores añejas, se abre en un letárgico suspiro... Nostalgia, flor de otoño...
-Alejandra S.-
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...Lies... Truth... Life...
I am, living in my darkness
Looking for light...
...My light, my soft darkness...
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[let's conquest DA]
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Reflexivos. Profundos como los mares que encharcan cuan inmensa sea la nostalgia de un ayer perdido, que en temporada de flores añejas, se abre en un letárgico suspiro... Nostalgia, flor de otoño...
-Alejandra S.-
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