our love is niether pretty nor is it pure. Yet, it is however, everlasting.




twisting

two souls, twisting

into eternity.

Bareling toward

the center

not sure what it unfolds.

yet there we are,

we're two souls. 

 

our words spew out

cutting like knives.

invisble blows

striking target;

hitting home.

Pushing

till we have 

nothing left 

 

Love,

the word

filled up with

disections and illusions.

Fake confessions of

love gone stale.

friends to eachother

a lifetime ago

now no one to

touch or hold.

 

two souls, twisting

into eternity,

mysery oosing from

every crack

in the broken facade.

each rotten in

their own way.

too stubborn to leave.

too sad to care.

 

the love we share

sheds,

has since mutated

our hearts,

chipped them, cracked them

broke them in parts.

yet it is a love,

none the less,

i digress.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 





Poetry by montana
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Written on 2013-08-02 at 23:40

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StillHoppin The PoetBay support member heart!
A little too real, too much of the time. I love the honesty of it, but hate the reality of it. Well done.
2013-09-04