Dead Love

by Amanda   Feb 11, 2006


Love of the mind breaks the barriers built to protect our bleeding hearts.

Crimson tears drip from our eyes and roll down our lashes.

Dying of our memories and killed by our thoughts

No point in even trying just to stumble and fall.

Not worth the waiting.

No point in hurting.

Just to be murdered by our so called love.

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