The Dying Love Kind

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
Poetry abotu pain of love. With a difference.

Submitted: August 30, 2007

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Submitted: August 30, 2007



Please do not look at me

For I am far too shy

And your eyes they seek the truth.

Do not ask me how I feel inside

I couldn't bear to speak the words

I just can never tell you.

A fire burns my heart the pain is just too much

A peice of me dies inside

Everytime I feel your touch.

I love you like a rotting apple dies under the sun

I love you a razor blade in the hands of the un well

This is all me in honestly my hell I will succumb.

If I hold you tight I'll never let you go

And I can't be caught again

So until one time when I feel free

I have to kill you inside my head.

This love is pain this love is horror this love will never stop

And I can't believe what you did to me

And now I will just rot. I will exist but in this shell

I wish you could love me with the same intense I hate myself.

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