Never wanted to go away, even when you told me to stay.
My life is gone into shadow now, like a veiled misty moor in a cheap novel.
Why do we hurt those we love the most.? Why do we even care to love in the first place...
Rambling tales and rustling bells, you would think the tolls would call us home.
You scarred me.... You abused me.... And i begged for more.
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Essence of Living
PoetryA collection of poetry, that comes from nothing, and most likely will return to nothing.
