I was struck on the head today.
A crushing blow to be sure.
For any other reason,
it might have killed me.
But due to the passion I bear for you,
and the fear of loosing it,
I clung to life as the hammer slid from my skull.
Only after the do was done,
did I conclude...
That my infliction of an iron grasp means nothing.
And is worth just as much.
For you are blind to my burden...
As I am blind to all but you.
Feb 11, 2013
Feb 11, 2013 at 10:55 PM UTC
I was struck on the head today.
A crushing blow to be sure.
For any other reason,
it might have killed me.
But due to the passion I bear for you,
and the fear of loosing it,
I clung to life as the hammer slid from my skull.
Only after the do was done,
did I conclude...
That my infliction of an iron grasp means nothing.
And is worth just as much.
For you are blind to my burden...
As I am blind to all but you.
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