Martyrdom

Mar 3rd, 2004 6:46:31 pm - Subscribe
Mood: confused
Current Addiction: www.theendzone.soshost.net

Love is a war with many casualties,
We eagerly run into the fire,
In each other's eyes we found asylum,
But we didn't see the mire,
Trudging through the disagreeable air,
The tears, rage, and madness,
Of two people who care,
Shattered hearts, broken dreams,
Resenting our most valuable commodity,
Over petty, senseless things,
We are lost, in a dank and frightening place,
If I could only hear your words,
Or touch my hand upon your face,
One last breath of sunlight,
Worth every battle in the war,

-Heather Marie Abissi

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