Love is pain.
Love is waiting,
Waiting for that special someone;
That special someone who will never come.
Love is death and sorrow.
To like is to move on,
While to love is to burn.
Death does not stop love,
Fear does not stop love.
Love is a juggernaut.
Love is a wall.
Forsake love.
Forsake weakness.
For weakness is suffering,
While the world moves on.
Bottle your weakness. 1
My scars tell a tale
That reeks of love.
My heart aches,
As the one I love
Rots.
And as her body decomposes,
So does my spirit.
My soul.
My sanity.2
We are not masters of our hearts.
The master of my heart
Died, and took my love with her.
And I sit.
And with love,
A sliver of love,
As my spirit dies,
I pull the trigger.3
Love is pain.
A contest entry
- Too Late to Turn Back Now by trackrunnengirl24.
107 points, ended July 13, 2008, 7 entries
Silver trophy winner
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Comments
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wow. that was really good.! good luck and thanks for entering!
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True, love is pain. it was really moving and sad at the same time. but still good. good job :]
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