If I have lived my life suffering for others then I have lived a life a grace.
TMCIf I have lived my life suffering for others then I have lived a life a grace.
TMCShe is a different breed of passion, she went out not with a bang but with a moan.
TMCI’ll allow for this pain to bleed from my pen onto the paper to relieve the pressure from my tortured mind.
TMCNever again will I give, give myself to those who refuse to see my fire.
TMCMy words are written like prayers begging to be answered by you.
TMCAll of the pain she had endured only makes her beauty shine through more.
TMCMy arms ache to hold you how my heart already does.
TMCYou left me in such a state of dire misconception that now I am doubting even my own reflection.
TMCYou flowed into me so delicately, like a beautiful twist of fate. I inspired you as you moved me in an alluring turn of phrase.
TMCHe wraps me in seduction by penetrating my mind.
TMCI am no longer crisp like freshly pressed linens. There is a staleness to me that has reluctantly set in.
TMCMy arms grieve a love that took shape in the form of you.
TMCYou can’t help when the pain heals as you can’t stop what the heart feels.
TMCI look to the face of many I stare into the eyes of a few, and as much as I try replicating you there is simply no replacing you.
TMCAnd though I owned you nothing I still gave you my everything.
TMCIf true love was the purest honey you were just an artificial sweetener.
TMC