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Here we stand
My back to you
Overlooking all
We thought was new

And there’s no shame
To beg you now
I just can’t seem
To figure out

What it was
That made you cry
I swear that there
Was not a time

That I would not
Have spilt my blood
Just to let you
Know you’re loved

It hurts to think
Now that it’s gone
But it hurts were
To carry on

Just this once
In such a while
I think I learned
To love to smile

But now its dead
And I am here
Surrounded by
My petty fears

That beg to know
Just what were we
Other than just
You and me

Til I crawl
Out of my head
I guess its better
That you think I’m dead

I think I’m dead
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Love is patient
It rushes everywhere about
Telling the mind to still
While the heart is torn to shreds
Love is kind
It kills without mercy
It rapes and burns all it nears
And it makes you fear to be alone
Love is a gentle breeze
Tearing into the soft of your mind
Marring flesh and bone alike
It shatters heart
And it heals nothing
Save its own heartless self
When it feels its prey escaping
Love is a beautiful thing
So beautiful
It mauls the eyes of those that see it
And calls out for the ones that haven’t yet
Love is alive
A cold corpse lieing in the streets
Begging to be touched
And to steal a life that it might live again
Love is the only goal of living
It is something you never want
A hook within the flesh
Tearing the soul from the heart
To leave you bleeding
Love is like your blood
It once lived inside your heart
Keeping you alive and warm at night
It brought you life
But now its there beneath your feet
Love is that which stains you for life
Stains your sole red for living
Stains your soul black when red deepens with age
It was your life, is your life, will be your life
But, when its there in the open
Love is the final death without waking
I thought it was something else
But now I see the light
Love is patient
Love is kind
Love is a gentle breeze
Love is beautiful
Love is alive
Love is the goal of living
Love is like your blood
Love is that which stains you for life
Love is the final death without waking
Love is everything
Everything that makes you die
But without it
You would never be alive