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Bitter Sweet.
Oh, how the emotions,
Do tear at my heart.
Rending the flesh from my bones,
Whipping with tortureous and
Cutting precision.
While squeezing all breath
From my body.
And constricting the blood,
Which boils in my veins,
Bringing more pain
Than I ever could know.
For a short while I regain control,
And the burden of torture is lifted.
Then once more, you walk through my brain
And the emotions will reclaim their hold
To tear me apart once again.
Well expressed. Hang in
Well expressed. Hang in there. ♡♥♡
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...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
Thank you, I certainly shall,
Thank you I certainly shall, unrequited love is the most painful of all - writing it down helps. :-) X