|
Love Is Pain...
Love is pain,
Said my mother,
Nursing her bruised lip,
And I remembered him,
Sitting on her,
Choking her neck…
Love is pain,
That is what I learned,
In my journey through life,
And I escaped with jagged scars,
Nursed my wounds,
And bled out the pain,
Until I could live again…
Safe on the mountain,
Where none could touch my soul,
They could not stand the freezing cold,
Nor pry open my numb fingers
That I clutch tightly behind my back…
Then you came,
With your soft smile,
And gentle laugh,
And I tried to hold you at bay,
Knowing in my heart,
Love is Pain,
Something I don’t need,
But your gentle voice,
Haunts my nights,
And my days are filled
With the sound of your laughter,
And I find despite what I claim,
I love you…
If love is pain,
Then cut me,
Bleed out my heart,
And leave it high and dry,
For this is a feeling
For which I would gladly die…
When I am with you,
Nothing matters,
But the love you have for me,
And the love I feel for you…
If love is pain,
Then I take it gladly,
And thrust the knife edge
Of your love,
Deeply in my heart,
Twisting its handle,
To feel all the more,
The love I feel,
Before we close the door…
|
Excellent write.
S.
but i am sure this is a beautifully felt piece and if it is well?
the torment well Brava
I do like this.
Tami
~Chrissie
love tinka
That is when we break the circle.
<i> violence is the last refuge of the feeble minded </i>
Rob
Love is a pain ... The Pains reveal how much u are in love and how beautiful the love is