He growled so fiercely at me,
As if I've stung him like a bee
Those angry eyes stare through my soul,
How I love to watch his anger grow
My heart is his, this cannot change,
Our love, once young and beautiful.
Painfully ripped and bled in his rage,
Now broken and so pitiful.
No words he utter could ever part,
The lifetimes of love within my heart.
He is a curse that I must bare,
Because I no longer have a heart to share.
The pieces that he touched are dead,
My heart that I have come to know
Now filled with what he had spread,
The pieces of his angry soul.
Dec 18, 2012
Dec 18, 2012 at 9:13 PM UTC
He growled so fiercely at me,
As if I've stung him like a bee
Those angry eyes stare through my soul,
How I love to watch his anger grow
My heart is his, this cannot change,
Our love, once young and beautiful.
Painfully ripped and bled in his rage,
Now broken and so pitiful.
No words he utter could ever part,
The lifetimes of love within my heart.
He is a curse that I must bare,
Because I no longer have a heart to share.
The pieces that he touched are dead,
My heart that I have come to know
Now filled with what he had spread,
The pieces of his angry soul.
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