You don't deserve a myriad of words
That I have spent abundantly and freely
You've fed me silence, though you knew it hurts
My pure love, my gentle, honest feelings.
You aren't worthy of all the countless songs
In every note, I'm crying my heart out
Perhaps I'm cursed: my soul to yours belongs
I kill this Love, it rises from the ground.
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Gregoria (Pseudonym) (
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The last line is one that struck me deeply. (I kill this Love, it raises from the ground) a crucified love resurrects from the dead. Very poetic
I love this write, speaking out and telling someone the truth, and the last line is literaturaly a killer, nicely expressed and written
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