Saturday, May 8, 2010

As I think of meaningful words to fill these lines, my thoughts find you. I am sick now.
I am tired still. I find you, love alone and incomplete in your dreams.
In pieces throughout you soul. I am here, to complete you.
I will remain to love you.

And you will leave me. To hurt me, and make me
Strong in the heart, cold in the soul,
Alone in love.

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