Slain, is her will, through the heart she will die
My sword to her heart and cure her sigh
A heart that is hurt must hurt a bit more
For that pain cures the pain from before
and the Slay through the heart surely will kill
and it is her will, her heart shall be kill
and if her heart is killed her mind and thoughts dived
The sanity in heaven, and in hell insanity thrived
For hell she be if not rescued she
But heaven wish she, she wish to be
Heaven not hell be wished by she
Love will harm her mind insane
And love lost life lost love the same
Love now gone not bearable lifes become
Life makes love makes life undone
Beaten hearts now rest in peace
but broken hearts now rest in piece.
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welcome to all poetry
Hi TheFairy
I liked the first line the best, it really speaks to me
Very good poem WEll done
Please keep writing, reading and commenting
Barbara
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Welcome to AllPoetry
Beautifully sad, you have penned quite a poem with love and pain flowing together down the page like two ribbons tied together.
Great poem
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Stay safe
~Manda
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