Love

carlosv1101

Love is the enslavement of two souls
Sometimes sweet, sometimes sour
Sometimes piercing thee hour by hour
Love can be a heavenly flow
Or a trip past the gates of hell
You make me feel like heaven and hell
You know you do this all so well
And here I stand
Ready for your love to pour on me
Like a rain, not of water but of knives
Slashing through me slicing through every single cell
But this we both know all too well
Slaves to each other
Is what we are
How we stand, hand in hand
Love so piercing but yet, so grand

  • Author: carlosv1101 (Offline Offline)
  • Published: September 21st, 2016 05:42
  • Category: Love
  • Views: 38
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  • Tony36

    Wonderful write



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