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Death of Pride
Sharp words that cut like blades.
Warm tears that flow like the blood that would have spilled from these cuts.
Heated moments that burns and scar our love.
Let it cool.
Let the calm come back my love.
These dark moments,
we are above.
This we can move past.
If the love is true the pain won't last.
Sheath your bladed words,
as will I.
I will make efforts to understand tour mind,
and you mine.
Help me heal our wounds,
and in this love,
we will not die.
Grow and learn with me,
Stay by my side.
With our love,
lets kill pride.
© Plumm V Fleur
#Love&love #love #Struggle #writco #poetrycommunity #poem
Warm tears that flow like the blood that would have spilled from these cuts.
Heated moments that burns and scar our love.
Let it cool.
Let the calm come back my love.
These dark moments,
we are above.
This we can move past.
If the love is true the pain won't last.
Sheath your bladed words,
as will I.
I will make efforts to understand tour mind,
and you mine.
Help me heal our wounds,
and in this love,
we will not die.
Grow and learn with me,
Stay by my side.
With our love,
lets kill pride.
© Plumm V Fleur
#Love&love #love #Struggle #writco #poetrycommunity #poem
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