Love: Something So Cold - Poem by Julius Glasthal
Find the blood on the ceiling
of our love. To end, the mistake
I made. For ever being the one
that kept your heart. I loved
the way we loved one another.
But you loved someone else.
These hands, bare and raw
reachout for your help. My
blood, tears, and lies you've seen
them all. I feel that I've done
wrong all the time. Forgive or
forget what I said, I love you
even though your dead.
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