IT'S THE PART OF DESTINY
ONE HAVE TO SLEEP IN BED OF ROSE AND ANOTHER HAVE TO SLEEP IN THE THORN
ONE HAVE TO BE THE DAY AND ONE HAVE TO BE THE NIGHT
SO MY SOUL HAVE TO BE ALIVE AND MY HEART HAVE TO DYE...................
MY HEART HAVE TO DYE....
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Author:
aviksha (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: November 24th, 2010 04:13
- Category: Sad
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Comments1
The fascinating thing about spelling dye that way, instead of "die" is the implication......the grief leaves a permanent mark, never to be erased. So...let me see, your heart sleeps among the thorns and your soul in the roses? Your heart is sorely wounded beyond repair by the lie and yet your soul smells of sweetness? It is quite the fascinating piece. Very sorrowful, yet I do like it.
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