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#acrostic W indswept, desolate Yorkshire moors, a wild U rchin given a home, loved and cherished by Catherine T il the day his beloved father died H eathcliffe was his one and only name E armarked...
Turn up at my door with flowers. Embrace me with your wishes, Tonight we walk in style. Your thoughts are filled with kisses. I can ease you of your pain.
#10wordchallenge A Chevy on a corner on a Christmas night The buildings behind us covered in lights With a Christmas tree in the window near Shining out its jewel lights in the rearview mirror.
Joint poem with @sjw Sienna,writing alternating lines,guess who wrote which lines.
LIPS as red as blood upon the snow CHEEKS as pale as the doves flitting below HAIR as black as a ravens wing WHY does no one hear her SCREAM.
Last night, the masquerade ball.I felt your touch and wanted it all. Precious face and lips so sweet, little did I know what I would meet.
He always left me a single red rose. The phantom of the opera Is there, inside My mind Say you'll share with me one love, one lifetime.
Christine- I couldn’t bear to look back. I knew that if I did I would see his face one last time and I would never ever be able to let go. “Christine, are you alright?” Raoul asked. “Yes…I’m fine.
I was running faster and faster but still he was getting close. I’m not going to make it I thought to myself. The bridge was now less than 100metres away, but the man chasing me was closer still.
Late dawns and early sunsets, just like my favorite scenes Then holding hands and life was perfect, just like up on the screen And the whole time while always giving Counting your face among the...
The old king sat staring at this flimsy creature so daring. So small but enough to make the old king fall. Sweet whispers such love so he took of her glove.
THE PHANTOM OF THE OPERA In sleep he sang to me, In dreams he came... that voice which calls to me and speaks my name... And do I dream again.
Some call it a glorified life, Others an amazing chance Whereas I call it not glory or an amazing chance but a gut-wrenching curse in a god forsaken excuse for an existence I am cursed to the night...
On the heath we did dance, O'er daisies, moss and moonlit grass, The evening song our minuet Though he bade me not remove his mask.
Meet me at The Meddler's Gate Beneath the midnight flame. At long, long last we shall be one, Together once again. While wedding vows we did not take Follow them anyway.
My sweet dark prince with silken midnight hair, that seem to be searching almost everywhere,. Vibrant deep black eyes, that see through my foolish disguise,. Hidden among the shadows,.