True Love

August 30, 2011
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I would jot it down in words to show how much I hurt, if only they could bleed.
Things are not right between you and I, we are puzzled by fight.
It is a war that we wage on loves front, as previous injury prevails.
My conscience knows how it will end, but my heart struggles on.
Passive beauty confronting frigid disease, she soothes his pain.
It is bleeding from holes in his mind, habits are hard to leave behind.
Conflicting with rational thought, he conceals his mind.
An ill ridden man, hateful and numb.
Timid girl, blindly facing the world.

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