Always Till The End

A Poem by IrishSaint0771

The red river flows,
Where the grass doesn't grow.

Mean you harm
but with these scars.

Love

Is everything I have,
But nothing I give.

You

Deserve more,
and I deserve less.

Always

Till the,
End.

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Added on July 13, 2012
Last Updated on July 13, 2012

You know what they say about the Irish, Their language is slang and their bar stories are.... What was i talkin about? I need another beer. more..

Anger

Alone