Tuesday, April 14, 2009
Punches and blows.
Hurt it might cause to the flesh
Pain I will feel
But it is no way comparable
To harsh words that is thrown at you
By thou you love and treasure
Bleed in the heart I feel
Sight of it I can't see
Deep is the cut
Pain is the utmost
Tears had been shed
Scars I will be left with
Ay me! for aught that I could ever read,
Could ever hear by tale or history,
The course of true love never did run smooth;
But either it was different in blood—
Labels: Life
You can take a picture of something you see. In the future where will I be?
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