love that grows by blood alone
that love soon turns to stone
leaveing it empty
only leaveing scars
but the love never fades
even thou controlled by rage
a sliver of love is all that remains
for how can love be love
when it only there for the others dismay
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poems thru my eyes
Poetrywhat is it that I see that no one else sees the same? what is it I feel that no one else feels the same way? these poems I don't understand ive made them and I only understand them by what I know but the real question is. what do you see when...
