This is the story of two hearts,
Love lost and love gained.
One lived with overwhelimg exstacy,
Whilst the other lay torn and maimed.
Beaten, bruised, slapped and spit on,
and yet you stay,
smiling at me,
as to keep me from looking away.
Those words struck my spirit with a lasting sharpness,
As the fell from lips so precious,
With such beauty and intelligence,
It pains me to see thought so treacherous .
Like a dull, rusty dagger,
As it slices flesh from the bone,
Yet, a torture I would galdly endure,
to show you that your not alone.
And as the blood spills upon the empty plate,
This I would gladly offer,
to your parched lips,
Only to ease the pains you suffer.
Eternally we are forced to live,
though none will know,
Our love and curse written immortal,
Through happiness and sorrow.
For as long as the moon rises,
I'll be there,
and just as the blowing wind,
I'll be there.
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~Ponders~
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