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Softly she calls her sweethearts name.
All she wants is to play a simple game.
He walks towards her,
with a flower and a purr.
Between comes a hand,
right through the sand!
Dragging him down to the depths of hell,
and this is now what I tell.
She softly calls her sweethearts name.
She is done with the game,
that she once had played
Now wishing with her heart for a hell raid.
- by the silver belladonna |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 03/08/2009 |
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- Title: Sweetheart
- Artist: the silver belladonna
- Description: A poem telling a strange story it had popped into my head on a bus and i didnt have paper so i took my cell out and typed on there i decided to post it now cuz i wanna see what ppl think so COMMENT!!!!! plz
- Date: 03/08/2009
- Tags: sweetheart hell love
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Comments (4 Comments)
- xox_Cherry_Babe_xox - 09/03/2009
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Awsome.
Youh dont need to get it for the deeper meaning to stand out.
I think its really good it stands out.
In a weird way i think i understand.
and if youh dont it just adds more mystery.
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- the silver belladonna - 03/09/2009
- if u dont get it look up Sarah in Black my friend wrote it after she read it and it makes more sense
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- Lollipop Generation - 03/08/2009
- I didn't understand it, but I guess I didn't have to. Good job!
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- Villain Vanilla - 03/08/2009
- what? D:
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