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Love kills the heart of one who once had such a simple soul,
Its scythe so easily carves into the organ like a butcher knife to raw meat
This soul bleeds out to Love,
And Love does not care
When it seeks your pain of your heart
Love dresses in a red, silk robe,
Seeming to be so delicate and delightful as a voluptuous rose,
And there is a hood attached, draping over its head,
Love hides its face in secretivity, leaving only a mystery,
Yet for when its face is shown-
You see the face of a death that kills you,
Yet you don't see an engraved tombstone
But you notice a painstaking rock inside your chest
Love embraces you with intertwining arms,
And clouds your mind and your once-so-sharp intuition
Love lifts you to keep you off your feet,
So not once did you feel sad nor did you feel the need to end it
Love kisses you softly,
So that you have that spark and not speak
Love also gouges you in the back to reach your charmed heart,
So that all could end and burst out to pain and complications
Its scythe so easily carves into the organ like a butcher knife to raw meat
This soul bleeds out to Love,
And Love does not care
When it seeks your pain of your heart
Love dresses in a red, silk robe,
Seeming to be so delicate and delightful as a voluptuous rose,
And there is a hood attached, draping over its head,
Love hides its face in secretivity, leaving only a mystery,
Yet for when its face is shown-
You see the face of a death that kills you,
Yet you don't see an engraved tombstone
But you notice a painstaking rock inside your chest
Love embraces you with intertwining arms,
And clouds your mind and your once-so-sharp intuition
Love lifts you to keep you off your feet,
So not once did you feel sad nor did you feel the need to end it
Love kisses you softly,
So that you have that spark and not speak
Love also gouges you in the back to reach your charmed heart,
So that all could end and burst out to pain and complications
Literature
Just Words
"I'm fine" is a dirty lie.
The truth is that I want to die.
"I'm tired" is not even done.
It really means "I'm tired of being no one"
"I'm better" is but a curse.
The truth is that I've never been worse
"I'm just cold" is what I say
so my sleeves can hide my scars away.
"I already ate" is said with a frown.
I starve to see the numbers on the scale go down.
"I'm okay" is probably the worst.
It really means I'm about to burst.
All these things are lies to me.
But you take this as the truth because what else would I be?
Literature
It's sad
It's sad,
How people lock themselves up,
In their own little world.
We lie to ourselves,
Say that everything's alright,
Everythings fine.
We wear the mask,
And act the part,
And say it's all part of the show.
We live in boxes,
See in darkness,
And speak in lies.
I't's our world
That we live in,
Why should it change?
Literature
ALONE
No one can see the pain that we hide,
They're happy for us to keep it inside,
Our fear is our own; they don't want to know,
Why sould we involve them; why should it show.
You live your whole life in confusion and fear,
The need to feel something unbearably near,
Half of you living, Half of you gone,
And inside you know what your doing is wrong.
The thing's that can help, the thing's that may heal,
Are the flame or the blade and the sting of the steel,
The destruction of skin means the death of your soul,
But there's nowhere to run when your living alone.
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This is a pretty simple, yet intentional poem. I've had to deal with a lot of problems involving love these past few months. A lot even before then, but kind of worse at this time. I'm still sorting out some because there's other people who pop up and it's troubling. It's like... I wish I could love everyone, ya know? And I can't, and I have to deal with it. But in the long run, it'll all be fine as long as I try hard to do what I must
Love sucks
Love sucks
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Amazing.
love sucks
love sucks