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| Current music: | Feed My Frankenstein ~ Alice Cooper |
....another poem....
My heart aches and I believe myself a fool.
How could I allow myself to do this?
To let my heart melt into a pool
Of purest love and bliss.
I promised myself I wouldn't,
Would avoid love instead.
But, gods curse me, I couldn't
As I curled up in your bed.
Now through no fault of yours
My own foolishness has caused me pain.
And I sit her as my tears pour
Down my face in a bitter rain.
The shield I once had around my heart
Has crumbled to dust.
To piece it together again...I don't know how,
But I suppose I must.
The concern in your eyes
Makes me want to melt into your arms,
But I force myself to lie
Still, safe from harm.
Don't blame yourself ashke
I still love you deeply.
You merely gave me
What I wanted, completely.
My ashke, my love, my desire.
Hai, dhay'a'mo
And your touch continues to set me afire
Because I love you so.
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