The dawn approaches my love, how long I have yearned for this; To glance in your eyes imaging your kiss.
To notice the pain and hurt inside your heart; How I never new that we would be torn apart.
You were the dark shaddow that surrounded my life. How I hated you.
For love must truly be a miracle through the agony and despair.
Needing the rain to fall and wash every piece of grit from you out of my hair.
How did you turn into the source of my life? The comfort of my hope.
Though I can depend on you not; Your love is still my mystery.
Nothing truly compares to the pleasure of sex, love, and pain.
Sleep not too soundly, for my warmth shall be your weakness.
For nothing compares to a struggle of love;
Except when you are caught in the cross fire of having an
By Rachel Beharry
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