love is angry, love is bitter, its hurtful and spiteful, keeping every record of wrong. love is violent, it rages, lashes and punches. love is inconsisent, unpredictable, unnerving. love breaks bones, keeping every record of wrong, and none of its own. love is not safe, but dangerous, destructive, it does not feed nor shelter. love doesnt hold, nor is it there when you need it.
is it too much too ask? just this one little thing, for you to say you love me, and to spend every day with you.
it seems so impossible. can you break into this solitude, can you reach me with the light?can you hold me, comfort me, guide me??
so lonely, and this lifetime is so fragile, clinging desperately to a lifetime, a thought, a moment, just to stay here to be with you.
Last edited by courage : 11-03-2008 at 11:27 PM.
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