In the obsolete and miserable mind, I was a serpentine remains of my sorrowful past, surrendered to the insane thoughts of my reflected self and my reality was only a mere piece of fantasy I wanted to live and the ambitionless dreams were yearning for redemption. The artless champion found his way through this ageless mind, a longing dream to seek the lost remaining of the myth, a myth of the hidden collage, adorned with carved voices and screams of my tired soul. The reflections of the burned thoughts reflected on the crying moon, reflecting its dim light on my grieved face, string back at it with a hopeless smile, surrendering to this unrealistic reality, waiting for my delusional champion to release me ~
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Author:
Kira (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: November 26th, 2016 10:03
- Comment from author about the poem: Another part of my fantasies, I hope you like this :)
- Category: Short story
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WONNDERFUL IMAGARY KIRA ~ Love it ~ love you too ! Yearning for Redemption ~ Scream of my tired soul ~ Reflections of the burned thoughts ~ Surrendering to this unrealistic ~ Waiting .............. for RELEASE ! Only one thing could release you KIRA and that is PURE WHITE HOT ~ LOVE ! Thanks for sharing HUGS ~ BRIAN
I'm glad you liked it :), hehe I hope what you said is right xD.
YES KIRA ~ A lovely Lady likes you deserves white hot love ~ Love & Hugs ~ BRIAN XOX
thank you hehe xD
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