Dead_Mametchi
Well-known member
It's not a poem, it's a song, and i have the melody composed in my head 
Hope it's not too emo...
It's from a story i wrote in English class, "Doom of the Dome".
I ift a thousand winthers
On shoulders sore and numb
Awaiting my savior
To come to me below
You promise me a sweet-word,
Yet I feel the mourn -
So dreadful, vast, superior!
To me your lie is sworn.
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ha ha.
Hope it's not too emo...
It's from a story i wrote in English class, "Doom of the Dome".
I ift a thousand winthers
On shoulders sore and numb
Awaiting my savior
To come to me below
You promise me a sweet-word,
Yet I feel the mourn -
So dreadful, vast, superior!
To me your lie is sworn.
---
ha ha.
