where do i begin?
- the poisonous bite of passion,
or the fermenting promise of everlasting love
that which has burned my soul into the false realization--
the sickening, crippling disease known for killing the most high-
Love-
and her sick pleasures.
why must i fool myself into thinking that which is not real?
he is not mine
nor shall i ever have him
he is nothing but a dream,
a dream that i hold to my damned, dying heart
a dream i will not give to the world
Please tell me what you think
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this makes me think of student/teacher (i like one of my teachers)
great write
i am jealous of you talent
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Many can relate to this work. In honset truth I am really glad it did work. I meant someone who love me so much more and gave so much of him to me.
where do i begin?
- the poisonous bite of passion,
or the fermenting promise of everlasting love
The mental images really spoke to me. I felt a little sad. Very well done
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