What kind of love..
A dream of dwelling inside.
Alone we come and alone we go.
And who am I to know what I feel.
Sympathy that's tearing me apart.
Attraction of the distance to a heart, thats are infinity.
What if love will leave your heart an open sore.
And I can't reveal what even I don't know.
The love you feel, you wasted away on me.
What kind of love will let us bleed away?
No kind of love will make us bleed away.
If only you could be the one to take a look inside.
I feel so incomplete.
I'm suffering in silence and no one wants to see,
and no one what me here, anymore.
Poetry by Louise. J
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Written on 2009-06-14 at 17:16
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