sinister romance... devious meanderings... much like a storm rolling in. Welcoming at first, as the sky turns an alluring gray... silky smooth, reminiscent of cloth brushing lightly against your back... and then, thunder.
When I think of dark romance, I think of unforgiving...
In the light, when people watch us, we are enemy's.
In the dark, we are lovers, bonded by the moon.
Kisses stolen and tears falling we say goodbye for another night.
When we are fighting in the light, I sneak you a look that you gave back without anyone knowing.
a dark romantic. And there's nothing wrong with red roses but yeah I would prefer black and white roses instead of red like some other Eper's mentioned. And what I mostly love are literary genres with Dark Romanticism (they need to have a mix of action/adventure/fantasy e.t.c...
Invade my skin hot flames of agonyBecause of love, the rose with countless thorns.It tempts us all, so thorny irony.We seek for it, yet all of us it scorns. What pricked my hands is his disloyalty;The one who used to be my life and willWe met again, he disregarded me.I lost my...
The soft, warm glow of candlelight on your pale, smooth skin. The caress of the moonlight shimmering in your hair. Your sweet, innocent eyes gazing upon me in wonder and fascination, as you hold my rose close to your young, tender breast.
We dance the Waltz of the Lost in the...
My Dark and Dreary Hopeless Romantic Antics. . . . .
*Hand in Hand Moonlit Cemetery Strolls
*Chivalry means alot
*Romance by Candlelight
*Friendship, Love, and Loyalty
*Nothing is Trivial
*TRUST TRUST TRUST...
Hansel and Gretel were walking in the woods and they were scared since this was supposed to be the place where the old witch lived, and she didn't like children. So walking hand in hand through the shadowy depths they were suddenly surprised to meet a young woman who was...
I made a forbidden trip. We created epic memories. I secretly sacrificed my freedom for you. We heartlessly broke up. I dangerously spiraled. We emotionlessly talked once again. I finally understood your desire. We are now truly apart. I will continue to fight. I will grow. I...
If you ask me one of my fantasy dates will be a picnic in the cemetery, because is peaceful, a walk under the moon then we'd go dancing [what a mix?] The most deepest side of me is dark and when i love someone is w/ all my heart but the dark side take control and passion...
I hate all the cliche romantic things. Red roses, I prefer black, or maybe even white. Chocolates, no, lasagna, yes :P. I don't like frilly, girly things. I want studs and skulls. I would rather have a red or sapphire stone rather than a diamond. I'm not your typical type of girl...
it would be more to the pointi like cute things and sugar and spice and everthing nice.so i'm being tortured into writing something that's anytning but because i have the idea kicking around in my head and it's tormenting meit's not fun to be drawn to the innocent of innocents...
i love the dark romance too the whole eating a candle light dinner in a graveyard or dancing the night away in old run down house vampires wear-wolfs and Jason born oh my (if you don't get that its 2 movie references)
There's a faerie in my head and her name is lily
Why she came there I do not know
We wander worlds sometimes,green forests,stars and stories
A secret time under three moons
We walk the clouds at times and ride on dragon faeries
A drink with friends under the three moons
I have some really dark fantasies. Very dark. I have always had them and never quite knew where they came from.
I used to watch Disney movies when I was younger. Cinderella, Sleeping Beauty, Beauty and the Beast... You know those. But I always pictured a much darker version...
I was born and raised in a town with a huge cemetary and a tall church tower.
Everytime I my parents took me to the former to visit the grave of my grandparents I enjoyed it very much...the quietness,..the graveyard angels,..
Same thing with that church....beig built in...
I had found the one who took my breathe away. He was right in my back yard. I saw him, and recognized him immediately. I knew that my heart belonged to him. I am always very cautious to whom I lend my heart. So I find it a difficult concept, that It was so easy for him to...
In a family full of happy go Lucky's and pageant girls, it's hard to be a romantic goth. The slightest dark color will send my family into a frenzy and won't listen when I try to share my interests. No one seems to want pretty pageant girl with some 'dark' interests behind her...
Alone I sit,I wonder why
You dream of love and so do I
But in your sleep you can not see
This pain that is always haunting me
What I need I will never feel
This world for me is unreal
So I drink to darkness with a candle lit
And though the whole night alone I sit
The more I drink...
Where to begin... Well I am into vampirism (not Twilight), the only time I really like to be outside is when it is either night time or cloudy (not implying that I think I am a vampire; because I am not. Lol). I just feel very comfortable around that time. I always wanted to...
Best thing about darkness is it's romance and love. Ever had a sensual kiss? Bites on your neck? Scratch on your back? Well that's what I'm looking for.Romance has it's darkness sometimes in either vampires, weres, wiccas or even ghoul! Dance waltz with master Dracula with a...
Wish I could split the night in two
I wish I could what I would do To you
Wish I could hold the nights apart
To you I would give the sun my heart
I'll be the cyclone how it strays
I'll be the moon escaping there
Wish I could be the waking sun
Just for once I would be the...
While my blood was flowing on the floor
I felt my heart slowing down in my chest
I did not try to fight,I waited
I appraised this slow and sweet agony
During some years I believed in life
Resigned to live and so I forgot to die
Now my master is calling me back
I heard the phone...
I try to find a way deep into my dreams
I try to flee a cruel reality
To be suspended into a sea of emptiness
And never wake up again
Did you ever hear a dead baby crying in its cradle
Did you ever see a black sun
Rising above a silent
Did you ever speak words that know one...