Wednesday, 1 June 2011

Blind Love

Her soul empty
Without embrace
Everything's a blur
Without the sight of his face

Tears come natural
The pain unbearable
The story was great
Its not unsharable

The days blur by
Nothing is the same
Without him around
She is ashamed

Her body now corrupted
Her soul unclean
She let herself go
To her life's worst fiend

Now that hes gone
Hes no longer around
She has no sight
She hopes to be found.

By Heather Allen

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