There is something I can't see.
It lives down in my heart.
Some say it is an angel.
I say it is a monster.
Many say it is a blessing.
I say it is a curse.
Many feel exhilerated by it's power.
I do nothing but hurt.
Some say they are freed by it.
I feel as if I'm suffacating.
How can the thing that forgets all wrongs
hate so many things about you?
There is something I can't see.
It lives down in my heart.
Does love always feel like this?
Author notes
Don't monsters often scare people away?
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