When I love, my wraith showers upon everyone. The loatheing, the hatred, the downspiral of all hope. But the mixed emotions come in. Sudden warm feels arrive.
Warmth in dreams and hope. Of love. What is love? Is it the gentle hug from one person to the next? The words from your tender lips to my ears? Is it to complicated for mortal ear? The war rages onward My mind, and emotions
a ticking pipe bomb, waiting for the set time to burst. The words to describe it all are lost along with my precious heart. My heart gone, to all love done and torn. Torn with precision. It is near the end in which I see it. My tom-foolery of it all. I learn to cope with the mental tears and move onwards with life.
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