Mark :
The way most people think; love :
Is something ideal, sophisticated
Wrecking us after we fly high, above
Dwelling in hearts already forfeited
The wind howls : here, heartbreak will grow
(But without love, where shall we go?)
The way most people know, loving :
Will empty you, will wound you
Instead of, as the poet wrote, covering
All those deeper scars you drew
The river screams : here pain will flow
(But without love, where shall we go?)
The way life has been too long, without :
Her wry smile, her eyes carrying stars
This insurmountable pain will stay, he doubt
The way his soul is too full of scars
His heart beats : pain kills you slow
(But without her, where shall he go?)
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Thousand Paper Cuts
RomanceDespite of her everlasting efforts, Skye McLaren, an utterly screwed up redhead, can only dream about a smooth perfect life. But there is an abandoned mansion near her extraordinary small home, and she is determined to find a way there, not realizin...
