She had loved, Loved with the passion of a thousand loves All of her hurt and pain went into this love A love that no one had ever known The ache and hurt from all the others went into the act of loving The abuse of all the others went into her passion The pain of rejection from family and friends went into the love making She could never feel the hurt again so she put it into the passion and heat they two had when they where together And when she was alone she would cry for the pain Pain for the fear that she might never love Cry for all the abuse that was put onto her body Some in part to find love Some in part to feel something instead of being loved She used her body as a vessel to get what she wanted And never showed love when doing it She gave herself to forget herself and all the pain and fear and anguish She gave and gave and showed no emotion in doing so She knew that no one would really know her Or really loved her They were all just lovers without the love and all of the passion She used what she knew And passion is what she knew best She had passion in the way she walked and talked and all the things that she did She never showed her true colors Until she found that love And poured it all into the love making that she gave and cried for a different reason She now cried for the loved that she had found and wanted She gave all of her and more then needed to give to one person That love that she had never had and wanted so desperately she gave to this person and that person never really understood her She thought that this would never end and never wanted it to But when the love in the love making faded it was just empty And from then on all of her became empty She did not know how to show true love and slowly lost her passion All of her passion for all of the things that made her loveable So now she was never to find that love again Now she was passionless and empty Empty was she would remain to be Hallow once again just a vessel for others to abuse and confuse for what they thought was love Love that she would and could never feel again |
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Wednesday, July 25, 2007
She had loved
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