in the heat of the battle
in the middle of the war
you yell subtle whispers
that i can't ignore
and after every mistake
with each hit we take
we're burning together
holding hands at the stake
as the walls begin to crumble
and the floor begins to tumble
let's take a walk into darkness
and see where we'll stumble upon
on the earth or at one
in hell or in heaven
i'll think of you dear
our own love connection
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My writings and poems
I don't think i'm a good writer. I don't even think I'm good at anything, and if you want to waste your time reading these so called 'poems' go right ahead. I'm just sorry they're not as great as I would like them to be.
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