Let me in.
Softly now, let me in...
It is too cold outside,
And my eyes are too blind to see.
Please...
This vile and hideous thing,
That has rotted my beautiful flesh.
Is nothing but a mere contagion,
In comparison to the retched reality,
Making itself known to my conscience.
That truth in which I speak of.
In confidence, I tell...
Simply put, I am a scoundrel.
A tease...
A sad and pitiful human,
Hiding behind a cloak of cynicism and charm.
Do you have the heart to let me in?
I shall freeze to death without the comfort of your love.
A proposal if you will.
My rare gift of faithfulness,
For that, which is sacred to me,
Your heart...
Great interpretation of Johnny Depps character in "The Libertine". Cold nd calculating and as pitiful in your visual too. Excellent film and excellent synopsis poem of Depp's character.
Love,
Mom
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Love,
Mom