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''A yellowing piece of paper which feels brittle but thick, and tough to the touch. But written on it in elegant black ink a story of true passion. Signed in fresh red blood is the word 'Love'.
copyright Erin Cain-Hodge 2008
Love
You assume the couple is drowning in love ~ because you saw them kiss but I doubt their life is perfect bliss. ~ a single good day is all you see and not their life of misery ~ The way she leans away from his touch should have been enough ~ He is stealing his kiss a piece of her heart and he must hold her shoulder ~ should she try to break apart. Broken and bandaged her heart never heals ~ from each kiss he steals Far away hidden in a closet in a house no longer standing is the person she used to be, the person she was meant to be. Before he came along was the time of her songs of her smile and thoughts the twinkle in her eye has long been blown from her mind and she crys, weeps for the death no one can see. ~ Clinging to that one shred of dignity she stays by his side until the day he dies.
