If i could write you a shakespearian ...
who can disbute your beauty i
see with my own i's
in you, all you, hold you, feel you
close to me...
when i look at you
i smile and i
gleam with grace
and affection, yet all you do is me hurt.
i now know no
completion, fullfilment,
happiness, bliss love. only
the emptiness, cold, pain.
how can one created to love
live only to break me
see with my own i's
in you, all you, hold you, feel you
close to me...
when i look at you
i smile and i
gleam with grace
and affection, yet all you do is me hurt.
i now know no
completion, fullfilment,
happiness, bliss love. only
the emptiness, cold, pain.
how can one created to love
live only to break me
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