Saturday, June 11, 2011

Prudence & The Art of Arguements

Candle wax seeps beneath the gaps of a lovers belligerent yell,
while the partner that submits peacefully, instead yearns for the gates of hell.
Both take a trip alongside their ego claiming their thoughts hold true.
A shriek heard from yesterday was heated with hostile haste; but, all alone the woman obediently remains in place.
The night blows the candles out and wishes for the sun to rise.
The woman warned him not to forsake her in superior eyes.
Dawn will pass the kings final goodbyes.
Live one day more, die one day less.
Marry me,
bury me,
and leave me to rest.

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