I Love You... Now Die...
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Creepy title... Can't believe I'd write something like this... Anyway, it's a Marcy poem, when she is old enough to marry or else it wouldn't make much sense. I think it's pretty self-explanitory on who she's talking about.
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I told you once.
I told you twice.
I tried a third,
A fourth just wouldn't suffice.
I didn't want to be yours.
I didn't want to get close.
You said you didn't care,
About who your father chose.
For you, that is.
In whom you were to marry.
He said to wed what's her face,
Rich innocent little Carrie?
You told him no.
He banned us from each other.
But you still told yourself,
I was your one and only lover.
I try not to think of you.
It seems like it's a sin.
My heart feels like it's a story,
That's just about to fin.
Yet I long for you.
You and your short purple hair.
Your enchanting violet eyes,
And that silly pouch you wear.
Then again...
I also wish you weren't here.
That would make my life much easier;
It'd take away all the fear.
The fear that drives me,
That powers me to fight.
It keeps me in the darkness,
Never to see the light.
Which is better?
Light or dark?
Dark for me; it keeps me hidden.
Light for you; it holds your shining spark.
That spark brings hope.
Just for me and you.
That we can be together,
The innates of green and blue.
No wonder your father hates me.
I have no manners, no riches or class.
Well, you can tell him,
That he can shove those words right up his ass.
I like the way I am.
So what if I don't act all proper.
That is just how I am,
Different from every other.
My life can be really complex,
So I can't afford to die.
'Cause Karsh'll probablly yell at me,
Saying, 'What didja just do and why!!?'
I'm a born fighter.
An unstable one at that.
One who attacks the enemy head-on,
Just as blood-thirsty as a bat.
So please, go away.
I do (not) wish to kill.
Our strong relationship,
That holds together our will.
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Creepy title... Can't believe I'd write something like this... Anyway, it's a Marcy poem, when she is old enough to marry or else it wouldn't make much sense. I think it's pretty self-explanitory on who she's talking about.
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I told you once.
I told you twice.
I tried a third,
A fourth just wouldn't suffice.
I didn't want to be yours.
I didn't want to get close.
You said you didn't care,
About who your father chose.
For you, that is.
In whom you were to marry.
He said to wed what's her face,
Rich innocent little Carrie?
You told him no.
He banned us from each other.
But you still told yourself,
I was your one and only lover.
I try not to think of you.
It seems like it's a sin.
My heart feels like it's a story,
That's just about to fin.
Yet I long for you.
You and your short purple hair.
Your enchanting violet eyes,
And that silly pouch you wear.
Then again...
I also wish you weren't here.
That would make my life much easier;
It'd take away all the fear.
The fear that drives me,
That powers me to fight.
It keeps me in the darkness,
Never to see the light.
Which is better?
Light or dark?
Dark for me; it keeps me hidden.
Light for you; it holds your shining spark.
That spark brings hope.
Just for me and you.
That we can be together,
The innates of green and blue.
No wonder your father hates me.
I have no manners, no riches or class.
Well, you can tell him,
That he can shove those words right up his ass.
I like the way I am.
So what if I don't act all proper.
That is just how I am,
Different from every other.
My life can be really complex,
So I can't afford to die.
'Cause Karsh'll probablly yell at me,
Saying, 'What didja just do and why!!?'
I'm a born fighter.
An unstable one at that.
One who attacks the enemy head-on,
Just as blood-thirsty as a bat.
So please, go away.
I do (not) wish to kill.
Our strong relationship,
That holds together our will.
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