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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