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What Is Love?
The Happiness in a Tragedy
What is love? A feeling that can be as disastrous as it can be great. Me, well, my feelings about that horribly great word are mixed, extremely mixed. I’ve experienced both, being so in love and then the guy brought that feeling to a disastrous end. It’s a cycle of hope and hurt, each following the other at an endless rate.
The love of my life killed me today. With a kiss and a knife through my heart, I was a goner. My wounded body held tight by his poisoned still arms. Some would say this was a tragic event. Others would say they saw it coming. We were doomed to a murderous end.
Little did they know our deaths were in the name of that tiny little word. Love.
The love of my life killed me today. With a kiss and a knife through my heart, I was a goner. My wounded body held tight by his poisoned still arms. Some would say this was a tragic event. Others would say they saw it coming. We were doomed to a murderous end.
Little did they know our deaths were in the name of that tiny little word. Love.
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I had a sudden inspiration to write this! hahaIts a bit poetic in a way... but it tells a story that is open for any interpretation :D
Comment if you liked it ;)