Torn Love

December 19, 2009
By Natalia Korf BRONZE, Wood Dale, Illinois
Natalia Korf BRONZE, Wood Dale, Illinois
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When we were torn by hate,
The hands that once held yours, bled,
The cheek you once kissed, rotted,
And the skin that lingered with yours peeled revealing my pain.
I was drowning in my tears,
Not able to breath.
You held me down with your heavy hands that
Once were soft and light as a feather.
No more love dwelled in the heart that once loved you.
It was bleeding.
I looked up at you but you have no expression on your face.
You held me down.
I opened my eyes and I was choking.
My heart was no more in rhythm.
I was in my hole.
Darkness.
Pain.
Sorrow.



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