Saturday, March 29, 2014

another, love.

Its better to feel pain,
than nothing at all.

I love you,
I love you,
I love you,

But these tears in my eyes
can no longer hide behind my
crimson lipped smile.

the cracks in my lips
are deep and ridged,
they represent the lack of kissing
i am getting.

my shoulders are sore, and ridged,
you haven't hugged them
since...

All my tears are being used up on another, love.

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