Poisonpunk3
Hypocrisy is man's best weapon and worst foe.
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Read this shit to her faggot, doesn't matter if it's oneities, girlfriend or wife. But only after you made first romantic advances and you were successful. Tell her it's from you, and if she asks for other poems, just bookmark the other ones I wrote and tell her you've made them. Even if your ways depart, she'll always associate such talentry with you. [High-IQ manipulation type shit]:
[Read in a low-silent environment, steadily and slowly; take short pauses inbetween]
Fragile petal sleeping
it is resting on my skin
tears of purity it's weeping
northern winds caressed it thin.
It's red just like my bloodshot eyes
Constant gazing at your grace,
Your iris may just be my vice
With you I want to count my days.
My dearest and the rosiest
the petal which so close to me
don't fly away from my embrace
Spero cor non decipi. [in latin]
I want for you to bloom your fragrance
underneath my roof, remind
you be one of my forever tenants
promise, petal won't be dried.
Millions of roses
They're all growing in a garden
you, my golden one, my prize
seeking, miles in the hundreds wandered.
[Read in a low-silent environment, steadily and slowly; take short pauses inbetween]
Fragile petal sleeping
it is resting on my skin
tears of purity it's weeping
northern winds caressed it thin.
It's red just like my bloodshot eyes
Constant gazing at your grace,
Your iris may just be my vice
With you I want to count my days.
My dearest and the rosiest
the petal which so close to me
don't fly away from my embrace
Spero cor non decipi. [in latin]
I want for you to bloom your fragrance
underneath my roof, remind
you be one of my forever tenants
promise, petal won't be dried.
Millions of roses
They're all growing in a garden
you, my golden one, my prize
seeking, miles in the hundreds wandered.
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