Purist Pain
Look through the "windows" of my soul..
See their "pain" as it takes its toll.
My heart beats with each tear dropped.
Try as I may they cannot be stopped.
Hoping one day my heart will be filled; with you again.
With the purist of love, that we once had; until the end.
Copyright © Erin Werner | Year Posted 2008
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