He lies like a grave,
with open, honest deceit.
Wandering in the cemetery, I know I must be brave.
In the darkness, the branches seem to wave,
but not with pleasure do they greet.
He lies like a grave.
I see nothing left to save,
but I won’t let my heart sink in defeat.
Wandering in the cemetery, I know I must be brave.
At the apex, night swallows the moon like a cave.
Thoughts are born and die on repeat.
He lies like a grave.
I see them sleeping below the hill and crave
the cessation of my heart’s beat.
He lies like a grave.
Wandering in the cemetery, I know I must be brave.
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i am not a pretty girl. that is not what i do. i ain't no damsel in distress, and i don't need to be rescued, so put me down punk. wouldn't you prefer a maiden fair? isn't there a kitten stuck up a tree somewhere? Ani DiFranco
you rock.
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Current novel-in-progress.
score!
thank you
villanelles are fun
dankebitt'!
wow, thanks for commenting on both my villanelles!
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We all are our own Devil. We make this world our Hell.-Oscar Wilde by Company of Thieves
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