Tortuous Love

by snowboots firefighter   Oct 29, 2005


A single tear runs down my cheek slowly running red.
A river of pain yet remains leaving my hopes for dead.
Though still I stand,
the blood stains my hands.
And slaughtered pride falsely resides within my battered mind.
You blind me and confine me,
from my fading life.
I hate you, as I dream of you, I die a tortured death.
I'll hate you, for I love you, until I draw my final breath.

for you P***a well. i did not use your name! I can Bare to use your name.

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