A burning hope in my heart drives me to another level, forcing me to climb, bending my weak mind and breaking my injured body, so that it can have you. Bloodied lips and broken bones mean nothing to a striving heart. Every night when i lay down to slumber, your perfect touch is there to torture me, my heart doesnt understand that you dont want it, it doesnt understand your NO. So it drives me to the burning steak of death, ripping through all obsticales trying to force our fate. So that when it arrives the body that comes along is broken and batterd and so near to death, yet the heart rejoyces to hear your voice and smell your scent, it rejoyces in the sake of your love, then it gives out and dies, for you see a body can not maintain a blind heart, and a blind heart shall always shatter a body.Birth sign: Gemini
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