This is my take on love,it came to me about two years ago,then it was just a phrase,i came up with the poem later on.:)I hope Ты like it,please Review it.Critisism is welcome-but no Flames pls.thanks bye!
Love Is A Tortured Soul
Love is a tortured soul.
Drenched in the bearing of it’s kind, and the lost.
For it gets Остаться в живых quite easily; it’s naïve and foolish-desperate.
Love is a tortured soul.
It’s always there, waiting for Ты to find it in it’s dark dim home, longing for another of it’s kind to relate and confide to.
They come sometimes, или so it thinks.
It’s always being teased by...
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