Sola you've died in my arms many times before, leaving your shadow of blood on my hands. Sola you've stained me in red for everyone to see. This battle hurts. One day we will learn to love, hold each other without hate. This warm hew won't tint my skin it'll only show the battles we've lost in the past. I love you Mi Amor. Sola don't leave me with your gore.
Luna you've killed me, in your arms is where I layed many times without your love. You've lied and belittled me, spread false accusation and hurt me, I can't stay. This constant battle has ended, you shouldn't worry. Kissing your lips one last time before I walk away, but stabbed while you hold me, my blood forever held in your craters. Tonight everyone will see what harm you've done since all you did was lie. I love you, but I love myself more. I must go Luna. I'll always love you, but not as much as myself.
Although Luna loved Sola, and Sola loved Luna, their love was forbidden, we wish it to be true, but it can't be.
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The Hardest Prison to Escape is your Mind
PoetryMy poems of healing quit short I must say although it took me about two years. I want you to see I'm better and that I don't need her.
