Our Tourtured Love. (Anthony)

by Macabre   Jun 16, 2006


Arm in arm we walk,
Upon the broken glass.
It cuts into our feet,
It is pieces of our hearts.

We pick up the pieces,
Try to mend the breaks.
We make a small adjustment,
Only one heart we make.

The hell fires may scorch it
To try and cause us pain;
But we made it too strong now
I wont let it break again.

I want forever with you,
Or as close as I can get.
You are the greatest person
That I have ever met.

I love you so completely
Do not doubt that is true.
That soul you think is missing,
I will find for you.

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  • 17 years ago

    by SEAN

    Beautifully written