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mercy
If I could be any part of you, I'd be your tears
Conceived in your heart
Born in your eyes
Live on your cheeks
And die on your lips


Monday, February 7, 2011, 10:15 PM
The last steps of the writer's block (I hope)

When you're in love
the jubilation and exhilaration
empowers your sanity,
devours your thoughts,
and erodes your identity

The emotions captivate you,
like a whirlwind it catches you
into his arms

But in any weather, the sunshine never lasts
Dusk, the love dwindles
and by twilight it cease to exist.
Love dies, and it does.

Soon, the affection begins to blame
and love becomes a cruel game.
Like every game comes a stop,
a stop to all.
And shattered hearts are hearts no more.