Interview with the Vampire
Are we the sum of our worst moments? Can we be forgiven if we do not forgive others ourselves?
#voidinside

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Interview with the Vampire
Are we the sum of our worst moments? Can we be forgiven if we do not forgive others ourselves?
#voidinside
I still read every conversation we've ever had...
And how you made me laugh whenever I was mad...
Your sweet little gestures always made me smile...
And helped me in forgetting everything for just a while...
"To belittle one has to be little."
Khalil Gibran
"Even if- the roads are broken,
The path is empty,
The way is not known of,
Walk anyway"
-tobreatheanew💚
A Happuly Ever After
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As the last lazy rays of sunlight crawl down behind the glittering roofs to gently kiss the evening goodbye, freshly born summer-couples walk along the shore hand-in-hand under the golden skies patched with purple foamy clouds, clinging strongly to the idea of everlasting love in their hearts. Though the guitar player whispers sad sinister cords of slowly dying romance leading to icecold gray emptiness, at this early stage of their story they still believe that what they have just found under the bright summer sun would obviously last forever.
Deceived by lotus_ker
You take my hand. I hold yours in waiting. For something. Anything.
I take your hand. You hold mine in waiting. We wander into forbidde-ness. Our hearts betray us, But poison is a lovely temptress.
Waiting, I feel you pulling me further into the void. I surrender to your baser intent. Scarcely a cry could be heard .
As you kiss my lips with sordid regard, You move closer to the edge of our darkness, Eye to eye we stand , With your hand , Firmly on my chest, You, my lying love, smile at me. Tipping me over the edge, I plummet.
But…
Dear beautiful deceiver, In the darkness you could not see me, How could you know, That I was a phoenix Waiting to die To be born from the fire The ashes of your own lament.
Kereen Gibson.