These are the ragged edges of dreams loose threads that flap in the unforgiving winds of reality. "Oh love!" sings the radio in hospitable melodic tones, that flow evenly aloft a cool summer breeze. "Please don't leave me!" she cries in a harsh painful release, with only red bricks to echo her reproach. Love is our dream, our friend our enemy ,our savior, and our damnation. It paints lifes blood on the world a lovely miral of a deep red rose. of who's blood has been spent we pay with our lives to the loss which is our gain. The beauty of the rose is unmeasurable, the prick of it's thorns run deep. Through this wound our souls' connect. Holding scared remnants even after we part. So our love is far beyond the dreamers reach that minds hand feels for, but is not there. Hope of beauty. promise of Pain.
Reason for writing:
love is bitersweet.
Birth sign: Leo
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