Loving the touch of pain
though the rose might dwell on
you're the thorn that splits my heart
the hearler of the pieces
but the reason that they're apart
you're every color within my eyes
but the ink that stains their glow
you're my only question
to an answer i'll never know
you're my uncontrolled confusion
rotting in my brain
but the antidote
for relaxation and soother of my pain you're my breathe of air
but the struggle in which to breathe
you're the catcher of my tears
but the reason that i grieve
but you're my every element
i love but also hate
like an angel down from heaven knocking on hells gate
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