Monday, February 27, 2012

Sickness,

 
Love is nothing but A sore throat,
Pointless pain and endless emotions,
All I want Is for this to be behind me, 
To be locked away.

I never want this again.
Its all I need and all that can make me whole.


I hurt...
And all I really want to do,
Is draw a picture of an anatomically correct heart.
Bleeding.
Everywhere.

Maybe then we could come to an understanding.
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  1. Emma SwanFebruary 27, 2012 at 4:35 PM

    "Love is nothing but A sore throat,
    Pointless pain and endless emotions,
    All I want Is for this to be behind me,
    To be locked away."

    I may not know exactly how you feel, but I do know something of heartache, and this description of love is perfect.

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  2. AngieMarch 5, 2012 at 9:14 AM

    I love your picture. Also your writing too. "And all I really want to do,
    Is draw a picture of an anatomically correct heart.
    Bleeding.
    Everywhere." I'm so in love with this.

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