Grace (bassteph84) wrote in dreamsgonowhere,
Grace
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Thy Loving Torment

Thy mist and misery,
they comfort me.
Thy outcast humility,
creates my undieing humiliation.
Why hast thou forsaken me,
my love?

Thy pain and sorrow,
bring joy to my soul.
Thy kindhearted smile,
torments my every being.
What a never-ending mass of confusion --
our love.

Will thou never end,
this noncommittal corrosion between us?
Will my sordid addiction to hatred,
never kill thy senses?
I am loosing the answer to this old silencing question:
Do you love me?


Edited August 11, 2007
Copyrighted 2007
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