She Believes In Hell
She believes she loves alot.
but Believing in love she says is an empty thought.
She claws and gasps for for this one true love.
But even when brought to her she turns and shrugs .
Will she ever take what is rightfully is hers.
The chance to be loved ,held, carressed and adored
Time will tell like it shows all true things.
But will that man be there to hold ,heal,and mend those strings.
Twisted and tangled, life loves to weave .But for some the twisted path, it seems to be
She believes she can love so much
But how can you love when you take so much .
All thats mine has always been yours .
So why do sneak behind closed doors.
I only wish that she could see
Some things in life are truly free
No recipient for are exchange
Not like the past , but true again.
She says she loves with all her heart
But if so ,why does she doubt .
Her ability to make such common choices
that most in life do without any hesitation.
I'm never the one to make the choice .
But how long should I stand before its moist .
Stagnant,rotten and moldy.
"Hell has spoken there is no glory for the hollow"
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