Your love for me is like
The pale yellow leaves
Merging with the dark
Dungeon of earth
Awaiting a new , powerful
Lyrical and almost unbearably sad
Sacred life...

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A divine heart's rescue may turn paradise
Not hostage to the world's prison and selfish dice!

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I open the old dungeon of our memories
whenever I run out of words to write.

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Her love turns bad.
the sweet becomes soar.
Where wings shifted horns and tails.
She's a chameleon that turns into a dragon.
Like a cat that changes into a tiger.
She wasn't good at all.
She's bad, that gone mad.
Deep down she knows you need to crawl, as she did.
She's with a masked,
Now uncovered,
She was the demon itself.
Dressed white but actually red.
She's as hot like hell.
Cold blooded snake
That can strike you,
Hit you like a scopion.
She is the queen, in the dungeon.

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You'll be TRAPPED
In the dark DUNGEON,
of your HEAD,
LEAVING your SOUL BREATHLESS,
If you don't say the WORDS,
That GIVES you FREEDOM!

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In the dungeon,
dungeon of sorrow
I hid myself,
For there is no tomorrow.

In the dungeon,
Dungeon of loneliness
I tried to live,
But ended up worthless.

My dear,will you come back?
Pull me Away from here
Coz,when you left
I lost my way,I lost myself.

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Unfurl your curtained window
Devilish Dragons rush to a corner
Divine warmth targets your own heart

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Sometimes when in avid
Concern of people,
You idiotically raise your stress
Hormones,
Where your heart sheds,
pathetic emotions in a loop,
Where your love is captured,
In a catcher, tiptoed once,
It could grip you and dump
Back in those infinities of pain
Following back and forth,
Which crinkles your forehead,
& Spoils your mood,
Cranks your mini heart,
Allowing those big drops,
Gushing forth through eyes,
Making way through skin,
Tasting the cheeks,
And vanishing in one go,
But the concern is never valued,
As it processes thousand
Phases to undergo,
The immense pain to dwell in.
And a betrayal without any
Promising commitments,
A goodbye without any untold
Reason, gifting you with a
Baggage of hauntings,
In those lanes of sinister,
A L O N E.

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Sometimes
to find the light
we need to visit
dungeon.

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And in the dungeons I was
where you had left me.
And here I am building castles
from the dirth I have dug
thinking about you.
Oh Yes baby! I don't reoent
loving you but thanks for
making me love even more.

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