On my lips,
Cold wet confession,
On my back,
Sacks of depression.
"It's over,"
She raved and berated,
I rant, "Love's messy
Lonliness is underrated."
Yet, tomorrow,
I will love her sans the sorrow,
And rip open my stubborn heart,
To warmly bleed our new start.
True love flows thick then thins,
Honest love growls some before it grins,
And our love does't n'er pretend,
For our love forgives all left sins.
-BSW
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