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Oh, Pretty girls with hair all curled fall to
the ground when he walks in the crowded room.
With quiv'ring lips and hopeful eyes, they say:
"Oh, save us, love, oh, save us from ourselves."
And monotone with eyes long dead, he says,
"Pretty girls with hair in curls bleed pearls and
all the diamonds on this fair and lovely earth;
it pains me, dears, to see you here, hurting."
They smiled, lovely, at him, then, until,
"So then," he said, lips all but cheered, "We have
a choice to make. Give me your hearts, and I
shall fail, but you will never hurt again."
And so they gave him everything, without a pause:
And he, the trickster, ran away, and fooled them all.
the ground when he walks in the crowded room.
With quiv'ring lips and hopeful eyes, they say:
"Oh, save us, love, oh, save us from ourselves."
And monotone with eyes long dead, he says,
"Pretty girls with hair in curls bleed pearls and
all the diamonds on this fair and lovely earth;
it pains me, dears, to see you here, hurting."
They smiled, lovely, at him, then, until,
"So then," he said, lips all but cheered, "We have
a choice to make. Give me your hearts, and I
shall fail, but you will never hurt again."
And so they gave him everything, without a pause:
And he, the trickster, ran away, and fooled them all.
"Shh," he whispers, "quiet, now, here they come;
they search for me, over the seas-- oh, how they've come undone."
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Iambic pentameter? Kinda. I tried.
Practice for a school assignment.
Shakespearean poetry.
Enjoy.
<3
they search for me, over the seas-- oh, how they've come undone."
- - -
Iambic pentameter? Kinda. I tried.
Practice for a school assignment.
Shakespearean poetry.
Enjoy.
<3
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