My Heart
THE LOVE OF MINE
IS NEVER ENDING. THE LOVE OF YOURS IS A
LIE, WHILE YOU ARE WITH THE OTHER GUY. ALTHOUGH YOU
ARE HESITANT TO SAY YOU LOVE ME, I WOULD ALWAYS LOVE YOU AND THAT
IS THAT. THE LOVE I GROW FOR YOUR BEAUTY EVERYDAY, IS A WATERFALL THAT
WATERS MY BOUQUET. THE LOVE FOR YOUR SKIN GROWS TOO MUCH, LIKE VINES
LATCHING TO THE WALL. YOU ARE MY WALL; I CAN’T SEPARATE FROM YOU AND
ALL THAT YOU STAND FOR. YOU ARE THE PLASTER THAT HOLDS MY WALLS
BECAUSE WITHOUT YOU, I AM NOTHING, BUT RUBBLE. I AM THE
DISASTER THAT EVERYONE FLEES FROM, BUT YOU. YOU
ARE MY VERY HEART AND SOUL, AND I LOVE
YOU FOR THAT BECAUSE WITHOUT
YOU, I AM NOTHING, BUT
A HEART WITHOUT
BLOOD.
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