The Dread To Love
The Dread to Love
The pain to kiss
those lips so soft
The sparks it brings
The dread the joy
so scared
so painful
the want of love
The cost in smoke
the pleasure it brings
the self hate I hate
for myself the pain
little joy comes of this
only pain and confussion
The doubt gets worse
the love goes dim
It fades as if it was
never there
how harsh
how true
the world
so cruel, so harsh
the pain
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