The agony of my soul torn into two is a true plague of love.
Love left and nothing behind to thrive.
It reminds you why you never show that delicate flower locked inside.
Left deserted and frightened.
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The trust one held shattered with every strike on the skin.
Every pain bled under the one you claim to love.
Trying to defend but was too weak to even scream.
Can't get away from each thrust of his fist.
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She stands waiting for an embrace that will never be achieved.
Ready to do anything to receive that star.
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She turned her back on responsibilities for a prison full of false happiness.
She couldn't put that bondage down long enough to heal.
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The small creatures of the dark.
They are feared by many but loved by few.
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The knife of love cutes deeper than hate itself.
Love is a barbaric game played by lovers.
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A cancer that only bleeds within,
Eats every happy moment of creation.
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The dark is where I find safety.
Free from pain and greed.
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The touch of its pedals can warm the coldest soul.
A delicate blue flower of the men that have fallen before.
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I blanket myself with you and the peace you bring me.
Our souls intertwined as one, is my strength.
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