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Its painfully beautiful,
The way you hold her heart.
Blood dripping through your phalanges,
Making a mess.
Losing her,
Losing consciousness,
Thinking you could love her.
With her penitent smiles and immanent afflictions.
Hmph.
Little boy in Hiroshima.
Tempestuous monsoons.
A chaotic panorama.
Drowning in her lasciviousness
Everything is breathtaking...

Just a bit broken.

Reviews

[wordman]

a blood curling love,the color of love,could this ever be

[S. S. Allen]

You're asking the right question. Lol

[wordman]

but no answers

[S. S. Allen]

It can be...If she sees how much he cares for her

[wordman]

how could she not ?

[S. S. Allen]

Shes in pain. Her heart is broken, its like a war inside her, hence little boy in Hiroshima

[wordman]

so theres your title,the pain of love