A Weapon Sharper Then A Blade

by Jenna   Mar 29, 2008


A grip so tight on my heart,
every last beat is for him.
I'm drowning in all these emotions.
Suffocating from all these thoughts.
Bleeding as many drops of blood,
as tears I have spilt for him.
Dieing slowly from love........

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