I will always love you, but our love is struggling now. It's hard to love a relationship that's continually broken and rebuilt weaker; but that's how it always is June isn't it? It's always built up and broken. I can't live that way, and I'm sure you can't either, I have a new wish. I wish that we could be stronger and we would grow vigorously in our love. I hope we can feel our souls being complimented by the hands of angels again, a holy and heavenly touch full of love and light. We are wrapped in life, yet our love is living dead.
Some want to be known,
I just need you.
While the wind still has blown,
I just flee truth.
While broken and yelling takes place in our abode,
we live covered in shame.
In all the flames of our star that glowed,
somehow it has been tamed.
Our implosive love has now diminished to smoke,
while what can feel below is actually above.
While in holy hands we are still soaked,
and what is now also a weak love.
I love you too much to ever let you go,
but within all that we need more power.
I do all that I can to show,
but our lungs are on fire and the spit in our mouths is sour.
(Arguments) A loud disagreement in the minds and mouths of each other.
No words for pain that is feeling now...
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Wielding Stars | Wattys2015 | On Hold
Short Story[ #82 in Short Story - 11/06/2015 ] *This is going to be awesome nearing the 20th part where things start to make sense and the story comes together! A poetic love story, a brilliant exploration into our superstitious beliefs and stereotypes concern...
