drawing and poems writing |
The loss of love...
The hate that is held between the broken hearts...
The blood seeps from my lips,
Poison runs through my vains...
No matter how long it takes,
Whether its months or years...
I'm shaking and I'm thumping
My hearts jumping...
Your beauty unmatchable,
Unimaginable...
Unthinkable times,
Unbreakable hearts...
Do you see us?
How we stray from the bus...
Hold her tight, don't let her go. Forget past memories, and love her more than she can imagine... |