Love comforted me when I could not stand It held me with it's powdered hand and kissed my lips with eyes so true, I could not see...what this creature did to me. With wretched fingernails, love dug a hold of emptiness for me to dwell in, consuming me.. It took what I can never retrieve, and for that little girl, I grieve She cannot understand this...man who tore her heart, but held her hand. Fuck this thing called love, she screams, and only in the dark she dreams.. of true love..not lust, but love What else is there to want? When everything else is artificial? True love, she deems..just a fantasy I suppose, Something little girls dream of, And I'm not a little girl anymore
Reason for writing:
Broken heart
Birth sign: Aries
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