Love sang it history to our youth
leaving memories I held dear
Ding dong came the beats
taking a slower pace of the rage there.
His words came as the blades that
held the keys of darkness
It's over!!!
Then I knew it was really over
when my heart spins in the key
bladded dagger
spilling out the moisture of deep dark
scarlett.......
I knew I had been lifeless all this while.
©tolatapoet
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