Kissing the Darkness
She cried in the night, her tears gave her no reliefShe cried for love, but daydreams filled her mind and no sleep
She embraced darkness, hoping her tears would wash away the pain
she was kissing the darkness, kissing the broken heart that remained
She was lonely and tired of dreaming, she was kissing the darkness
and tired of screaming . She was hoping love would stop treading on her heart. It was but a thousand fragments of broken parts. She was tired of the lies that her love told her everyday. She was no longer happy, she wished to run away. So confused and angry that she could never trust.
All the good things in her life had been swept away like dust. She was kissing the darkness, she was hoping for a dream. She was seeking love, but all she could do was scream. The pain of love she could take no more.
She tried to hide the pain, but it ripped her to the core. She thought long and hard about how she felt, but all she could do was embrace the tears that seemed to melt. Could the pain of love really be resolved, would the tears she cried slowly dissolve. She kissed the darkness once more, like she had done before. This love was a battle, this love was a war. The darkness surrounding her with no piercing lights. She was tired of kissing the darkness, and tired of the fights. She would have done anything, anything for a new life . She was kissing the darkness, ready to end it all tonight.
So she wrote a small note to her love, said this is the end. I can no longer face the pain, this heart I cannot mend. You have caused me nothing but heartache and pain, my only comfort is kissing the darkness and dreaded shame. I could never ever love again, I thought you loved me, but I was decieved by sin. I thought you felt something for me, than this cold heart broken only to bleed. So I will continue kissing the darkness, for this is the only love that will accept me.
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