

Loved, LostFrom time immortal is this knave purported This angel Cupid take lovers under, Who scorned in love are by his aim rewarded, or for his malice be torn asunder. For here do I evoke this saddened tale, from Cupid's true aim was my heart impaled, a fair maidens love doth prelude my pain, her fickle nature left my heart in twain. Two weeks are as a lifetime spent for her, Whereon as one might believe it other, Ere long espied chance for proposition, My foolish wait brought about her lover. The conclusion of this, all things been heard, Lifes loves are fleeting, to ignoreLoved, Lost


Joyfull Timethis is for all the friends of truth the true friends of continued youth this is for the white bearded boy who knows that deep and heartfelt joy I'm not willing to be produced as plastic I want to be thoroughly composed through time because true joy doesn't come pre-cooked easy and quick it's out of the short reach of our own design after our wandering in the wilderness after losing the first lover's certainty after abandoning dreams for hopelessness then embracing the pain of eternity so we steJoyfull Time
and sorry for the late thanks, I guess I checked out of reality for a bit and didn't log on to deviant for a while
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"All men kill the thing they love." -Ocar Wilde
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I love the name you've given yourself
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"What's so great about the truth? ...Try Lying for a change. It's the currency of the world." (-Dan Woolf, Closer)
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