Love is a game. You try to give it away it gets thrown around tattered broken and mostly leaves you in regret but along come an Angel a loveing being but. In some cases there are two, but this was hell to choose just one. To let one go, but before you know. Your gone.
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Life Dances With Death
Randomshort poems my dark side shows in these for my life is not that sound its full of pain and grief that has boiled over and this is were ill release it
