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A man always wants to be a woman´s first Love, A Woman always want to be a mans last romance"
I stand the watch, needles and pins.
Plead penance for my gothic sins.
Oblivious, I pace the ledge.
With wings of steel, I give my pledge.
To fly or fall, you call my bluff.
I offer all, it's not enough.
The banner raised, I stand in shame-
To heedless cause and renounced name.
I stare in rancid retrospect,
Void of emotion whims reflect.
Tipping the cup, sipping sadness,
Dripping melancholy madness.
I spread my wings for far-flung skies.
The angel sings, I close my eyes.
A weighted soul sprung from the slope-
In dying dream gives birth to hope.
The vision caught within my mind,
The afterthought of loving blind.
For all that rehearsed majesty-
Now only gleams of travesty.
As I've felt your hunger, your fire.
Ached in your pain, passion, desire.
But stained, (Dust on your silk white glove),
I've felt your touch, but not your love.
Plead penance for my gothic sins.
Oblivious, I pace the ledge.
With wings of steel, I give my pledge.
To fly or fall, you call my bluff.
I offer all, it's not enough.
The banner raised, I stand in shame-
To heedless cause and renounced name.
I stare in rancid retrospect,
Void of emotion whims reflect.
Tipping the cup, sipping sadness,
Dripping melancholy madness.
I spread my wings for far-flung skies.
The angel sings, I close my eyes.
A weighted soul sprung from the slope-
In dying dream gives birth to hope.
The vision caught within my mind,
The afterthought of loving blind.
For all that rehearsed majesty-
Now only gleams of travesty.
As I've felt your hunger, your fire.
Ached in your pain, passion, desire.
But stained, (Dust on your silk white glove),
I've felt your touch, but not your love.
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