Apr 2013
I'm seeking the comfort that came with her lips,
and the hours of sweat between our bonded hips.
The connection we had, must have been shared,
but the look on her face showed she didn't care.
But who am I to judge the love that once was,
twas as pure as the hum from a honey bee's buzz.
I'm building up anger with all that's inside,
these feelings I have, I just cant hide.
I'm sorry for the doubt I slayed upon her soul
Cause in all reality I made her heart turn to coal.
I realized this, the day that she cried,
"we were supposed to be together" but then we both died.
Andrew Schwab
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