To love and lie,
To live and die,
To lose and try.
Memories of my.
The reality she fought,
hold diamonds - hide tears,
This love she was taught,
Though her lover she fears.
How he felt,
In oblivion he dwelt.
To cry and hate,
To abide and berate,
To suffer and wait.
Memories of my.
The wounds he supplied,
To her body and soul,
Is how he desperately tried,
To release the burden of life's toll.
How she cope,
Better days – lie in hope.
The one he loved he grew to hate,
To take his brawn with obsession,
His rage knew no sate,
And his love knew no transgression.
Rest In peace,
The wife of He,
For obsession will be with thee.
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Even if We're Dreaming
PoezjaThis is a collection of poems I've wrote. They span to love, hate, and everything in between.
