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Crankia:
*like*
but sad

Lothmíril:
Night of many thoughts. And sharp memories. One of them hit me. This is couple of months old. Almost a year by now.


To drown in ice

I wanna look forward to fall into your arms again
Come home and get a kiss
As routine as it seems
Being caressed to sleep full of lightgreen dreams
Being so proud that you’re my man

Too much is told – we crossed too many lines
My tears are sold
For cheapest crimes
And all those lies
And hidden smiles
And pointless tries
And eyes,
Your eyes…

Melian:
hmm Kremik said that or something when we had a discussion about rhymes and rytmics. I cant properly remember... you know through one ear in, through other out :D

Lothmíril:
What doesn't make it poetry? ;)

Melian:
Its a little bit of something I wrote tonight. Not exatly a poetry... but still.

We are blood brothers

and I stake your heart for making me bleed
we are no longer, and I want you to weep

as you made me, you swore to be
my father to protect
my brother in arms
my childe to love

blood brothers - we are running through the night
beyond good and evil, showing no fright

as you made me, my maker you shall be
I will follow
I will bow to your whim
till you release me

now the chance to be is gone forever more
its your choice, and the blood is spilling on the floor

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