Two Swords Part Two
The fight will be long.
In order to gain control.
Rage, will leave me broken.
Sadness, will leave me choking.
Hurt, will cut righr through me. And
Love, will be my only tokens.
A locked box will never be enough.
For They will tear right through.
For They don't want to be left unspoken.
A race to win my mind, but
Still I won't give up this fight.
It will leave my crying and confused.
But I refuse to be broken. Curse
These wretched emotions. You
Won't gain control of this mind.
Two swords in my hands, both made
Out of Love. The only one that can
Hurt me the most. And yet, I
Must still keep Them close.
Because if I must go through with
This war, Love si the only token
I'll have to win this fight.
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