If you truly love something
You will suffer for that love
The passion will burn in the pit of your soul
Until you dig it out
And let it grow with your tears
Words are my love
I search for them in the deep corners of my heart
When my soul can no longer withstand the burning sensation
I rip them out
And splatter the blood on the wall
Like paint on a canvas
My words are my soul
in its purest form.
My stories are a collection of tears
that willingly let drip down my face.
Apr 22, 2014
Apr 22, 2014 at 12:29 PM UTC
If you truly love something
You will suffer for that love
The passion will burn in the pit of your soul
Until you dig it out
And let it grow with your tears
Words are my love
I search for them in the deep corners of my heart
When my soul can no longer withstand the burning sensation
I rip them out
And splatter the blood on the wall
Like paint on a canvas
My words are my soul
in its purest form.
My stories are a collection of tears
that willingly let drip down my face.
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