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Intensity of us.

Poetry By: dclovesfd


Submitted:Jul 19, 2011    Reads: 17    Comments: 1    Likes: 4   

Don't you walk away from this chance.

Dont you walk away from me, with that look in your eyes.

Dont leave me hanging, by the broken, and bleeding, vain, of love, deep inside my heart.

Dont you walk away, from the flames, that surround me.

Don't you, look at me, with that intensity, pouring out, being wasted, on glares of hate.

Dont leave me hanging by the broken, and bleeding vain of love deep inside my heart.

The intensity, and flames, surrounding, us, heating every corner of the room up.

Tells, Lips, to move, whispering, softly in your ear.

That you once, hated me. I know that. I hurt you. I also know that as well..

But now, in the second of death, you cling to me, you love me. And I need you also to know.

I hated you. You know that. You hurt me. You also know that as well.

But now as we are trapped in the burning, smoke filled room, I cling to you, I love you...

Now, you can not walk away, leave me hanging... no more... will you..


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