He sat to himself gazing into the dying coals, his warm heart now bitter cold, but yet his lifeless fingers write a lonely script to her... who is dead to his soul.
"Have you forsaken the narrow path of love? I stand at the fork, which way to go? Blood on my shirt, my heart bleeds, I look to the One above. No more can I bear, wanting back those times, those captured moments...cannot bring an end to our
untimely love."
Her reply: " My heart holds a grudge towards love, a love I thought was surely mine. Surely the woman you sought is nigh, the one who snatched you from my side...Whose love you sought to seek, Not mine? ...Old flame of mine, foolishness is all you speak. Speak not on the memories we had nor the times we shared in the heat
of love on the wayside"
His reply: "Sad, but fatefully true It... wants... and needs you. Withdrawals are expected, cold showers will be needed, I wonder if...if ever again, with open legs and arms will he be greeted?"
Her reply: " Truth be told the kitty is an addict herself, she enjoys herself but what was once the same, is not the same anymore and craves for that same warmth, the ball of ironic fire that kept her wet...."
His reply:" Our heated love, doused by my lust filled mistake, I am an empty shell, a lonely soul who can hardly shake, the bitter truth that youre gone and not to be sought, my world has ended, my hands are wrought I beg of thee. Can I have but one more kiss?"
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