She is love.
She who makes you up.
She lights all darkness.
She heals all wounds.
He is loved by.
He wakes for it takes.
He darkens the light.
He was healed by the wounds he threw.
She lived with the scars.
He lived with no care.
She cried.
He left.
She was so shattered.
He was buffled.
She kept waiting.
He kept hiding.
The day she got tired.
The same day he looked back. He thought she is love. But how come she is gone?
Yes she is love. But not for the longest time.
I am love but I will die if you kill me all the time.
