Mar 21, 2011

fear, steal, feel, heal.

If love does set out to steal
We must take what we can
But give what we must
Gather it all in the dust
Of the broken things left,
Find beauty in the theft.
Love and hate all desire
The hearts we hold
While apathy wishes
Our souls to take
But the worst of all
There is to feel, is fear

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