Our 'love' is a wasteland of lies; of promises made in vain; of past, present, and future nothingness; spoiling and rotting in the pit of my chest.
Our 'love' is a forgotten song lyric; sitting upon a page; waiting to be sung.
Our 'love' is a lost child; waiting to be welcomed home; scared of never being found.
Our 'love' is an open wound; oozing pain; wanting to be cared for; afraid of infection.
Our 'love' is an ancient treasure; buried beneath fear; waiting to be discovered..
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