Bitter Nights
Love is timeless battlefield
and it takes two
but all you can do is feel the strain in the air
as the armies collide and the turf rips
We try to look within each other
but can not see past our own self
So what is thought without a body to embrace it
What is love without a way of showing it
The words I speak show no sign of love
Yet your wet lips prove its sweet existence
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