Tortuous love
A single tear runs down my cheek
slowly running red.
A river of pain yet remains leaving my
hopes for dead.
Though still I stand,
the blood stains my hands.
And slaughtered pride falsely resides
within my battered mind.
You blind me and confine me,
from my fading life.
I hate you, as I dream of you, I die a
tortured death.
I'll hate you, for I love you, until I draw
my final breath.
3/7/2004
The unreachable: | Maandag, juli 05, 2004 12:08 |
Supermooi!! I'm speechless... | |
BloodElf: | Zaterdag, juli 03, 2004 20:47 |
Lovely Poem... | |
Auteur: Celtje | ||
Gecontroleerd door: Firebolt | ||
Gepubliceerd op: 03 juli 2004 | ||
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