by Sebastciaun T Censtcuriaus
What good to thee I say to refute
my own state of being that thy must love
for thee more than that of me?
To Die a Thousand dreams is better
than a moment in endless time
For without you in my Time
It is my own lusciously planted crime
In my rhyme a hidden word so vast
Can you dare to step into this hidden realm?
Can you hear my knocks of innocent tears?
Escaping from all of my childhood fears
Releasing all of my spiteful Hate
All in mathematical prose
I write it in such a form of verbose;
a means that it never lessens the likes to scream!
Yell a Tear
Hear my Cry
My innocent years for this
is sanity beating at my door!
All For Love
For the sake of reflecting the biggest mirror
Rippling the illusion,
A never ending radiance of vision
What is it if this will ever come to be?
Without your pocket so
I can place my mirror?
What good to thee I say to refute
my own state of being that thy must love
for thee more than that of me?
To Die a Thousand dreams is better
than a moment in endless time
For without you in my Time
It is my own lusciously planted crime
In my rhyme a hidden word so vast
Can you dare to step into this hidden realm?
Can you hear my knocks of innocent tears?
Escaping from all of my childhood fears
Releasing all of my spiteful Hate
All in mathematical prose
I write it in such a form of verbose;
a means that it never lessens the likes to scream!
Yell a Tear
Hear my Cry
My innocent years for this
is sanity beating at my door!
All For Love
For the sake of reflecting the biggest mirror
Rippling the illusion,
A never ending radiance of vision
What is it if this will ever come to be?
Without your pocket so
I can place my mirror?
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