

Love is a battlefieldNone can seem to grasp that the gentle pangs of the heart and its mellow sighs to which we acknowledge as love are as eruptive and roaring as the hells of war. Canon fire blazing fast and destructive but a mere purr of the devastation to which a broken heart thunders away in the midst of cracking. Nobody, and yet everybody is but a simple fool to this Great Wars seduction and all succumb to recruitment into the vast armies of both sides of man and mistress. No one emerges unscathed, dirtied and scarred yet slightly wiser to the secrets of warfare, slightly wiser that love is their battlefield.Love is a battlefield
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one monthYou can tell he cares By the way he gazes upon your beauty The world around him fades to black And all that remains is you For his entire world remains in you The shine about you That the rest of the world lacks Can be found dim in others But its like comparing a spark to a bon fire Even when eyes are shut He still can see Perfectly clear An eruption into color Which starts with you Finds itself quickly back with you You can tell he loves you Just by his stareone month


An Angel's WingsAn Angels wingsAn Angel's Wings
The metallic shriek of the chains echoed out into the quiet space as rusted chains grinded upon one another as she propelled herself to and fro. But none could break the joyous disposition to which my mind had so easily fallen into, the cheerful squeal of youth, the creek of old tired play structures, none could shatter it. She flew past with an unseen grace my eyes have yet too know, as her hood whipped through the wind and the loose worn laces of her paint coated converse flapped about in an uncontrolled flurry. But my eyes were fixed on those lips, the tender pink pillows you can lose yourself


An Angel's touchAn Angels touchAn Angel's touch
The slow rumble of rolling tires over the hard heated tar with the hum of rustling leaves graced my ears as the cool morning breeze caressed my back. The soothing sounds of reality tempted me out of my soothing slumber, feeling the rush of energy as my body came into existence as I became aware to all that surrounds us. A few seconds of dreary thought passed by my conscious as a dreamless night aroused feelings of disappointment through out my mind. The night before had left me wanting and wishing for a drop of time more with which came closest to my heart.
Time was a luxury for her, any second
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"We are our injuries, as much as we are our successes." - Adah Price from the Poisonwood Bible
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