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Your words are like daggers, its takes my life.
You abandoned, forsaken me, your metal wife.
Was it not that I made you, warrior of my world.
I embrace your pain, a light that twirled.

Your words are like daggers, deadlocked as the one.
A distance we walked towards the theatre of fun.
All alone in the full moon madness, there I dance.
Death of a dream that wanted to spring and prance.

Your words are like daggers, wounds that it has caused.
Mysterious girl, even in death, a love that is paused.
Mechanical skull full of cold winter’s truths.
Dear David, in the silent forest, you took the youths.

Your words are like daggers, still bitter and vile.
The messenger of dark memories was always your style.
Renegade and forsaken I surrender myself to you.
Inferno of solar torment was not sated by the dew.

Your words are like daggers, retreating to the secret garden.
My world, this mad mad world began to harden.
Eternal love was wrapped up in a midnight cocoon.
The silence of this angel, no longer able to croon.

Your words are like daggers, sharper than the wolf’s fangs.
Red Riding Hood has forest beauty and death pangs.
The kitten no longer purrs, hidden in the shade.
Thief of my soul as your brandished your verbal blade.

Your words are like daggers, causing no ordinary storm.
The last tune of summer and still not feeling warm.
Was this cold winter heart my poetically fate?
Yet this mistress of time took a chance on one last date.

His words are like flowers, growing in an enchanted woods.
Lost innocence, twisted into cobwebs of silvery goods.
The open door of my heart leads me back to natural magic.
This raven that was forever yours walks away from the tragic.

His words are like flowers, arouses me during the dusk hunt.
The ice nymph is finally free, from that controlling cunt.
My guardian and I, there’s no need for words, sweet or dark.
Actions are all we need, the electricity that brings a spark.

His words are like flowers, cos they are no more lies.
We are closer than close without the need of emotional ties.
He accepts that my soul is a seeker between dark and light.
He holds my hands so I can not wave, so here I say goodnight
And goodbye.

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