This Love

by JayJ   Nov 1, 2007


Killing me.
My heart is torn.
All that remains is
the storm.
Burried deep within my soul.
My emotions
have a reckless flow.
When it's all said and done,
I am ready to come face to face
to what you call fun.
I'm tired now.
So **** you,
be alone.

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