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Love and Death
So sweet so tender oh so magical yet mysterious.
How it catches your eye yet we can never really see it until it’s too late.
The sorrow less aching pain that throbs at your heart until you feel like you can never feel again… then death.
Brittle are our hearts when wounded so deep that they bleed blackness.
As though they never held life’s bright red existence of love and passion, they only taste death.
Intriguing is the notion that without one the other can not exist.
Bring on sweet death so I may remember such sweet love.
My soul will remember.
How it catches your eye yet we can never really see it until it’s too late.
The sorrow less aching pain that throbs at your heart until you feel like you can never feel again… then death.
Brittle are our hearts when wounded so deep that they bleed blackness.
As though they never held life’s bright red existence of love and passion, they only taste death.
Intriguing is the notion that without one the other can not exist.
Bring on sweet death so I may remember such sweet love.
My soul will remember.
Published 27th Jun 2012
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