CANDLES DON'T LAST FOREVER. BUT OUR HEARTS—WHICH HAVE BEEN MENDED TOGETHER BY THE SUN, MOON, AND STARS—DO LAST FOREVER.
WE HAVE BEEN BONDED TOGETHER FOR ETERNITY.
OUR FLAMES WILL ALWAYS BE BURNING AND SMELL OF SWEET CANDLES SITTING IN THE MOONLIGHT.
THERE MAY BE HATRED AND TORMENT HERE ON EARTH, BUT IT WILL NOT COME BETWEEN LOVE, TRUST . . . AND OUR FREEDOM.
Dedicated to my blood brother celestialscars
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PoetryI LIE IN DUST AND ASHES, my corpse withers next to you, my love ©2017 WREN #663, #503, #582, #475, #300, #294,#251, #210, #189, #158, #146, #234, #341, #405
