Love on 09/20/2009@11 p.m.
Devine is the thought that comes to mind, only love penitrates my heart at the same time.Love is to be made true and whole but my heart bleeds for lack of a deep soul.
What I thougjt love was suppose to be is actually untrue to me.
Look into my eyes and see the pain I feel inside.
Place your hand upon my chest and my heart will tell you the rest.
Love is soft, gentle to me, but its also a conspiracy!
Determined to have something real and true but love won't have me too!
Everything is a fight to the end, so now I ask, when will I win?
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