the pain of this love allows me to live
warm hugs and passionate kisses blurring the truth of abuse
it is you that i will always forgive
the signs you give me, i'm afraid i cannot deduce
at the beginning, it was innocent, simple kisses and such
but later it grew devilish, degrading me of trust
your love brought me pain, i said it wasn't much
but the truth is, the amount of lies i told was robust
i know now, i was blinded by love
your eyes pierced me; it seemed like you cared
the symbol we see at weddings are white doves
but maybe what you don't see is their wings are ripped bare
not allowing them to fly free
i guess they're just like me
but you see :
it is you that i will always forgive
for the pain of this love allows me to live
twisted sonnet?
