Love is the slowest form of suicide...


Maybe one day you will see the beauty of your soul


Torn Apart
I lie here, my body racked with pain
My emotions spilled crimson, pooling like the rain
Pouring from my eyes, the thrashed remnants of my soul
And every memory of you, haunting me in whole


"If the people we love are taken from us, the way they live on is to never stop loving them. Buildings burn, people die, but real love is forever."
~Sarah~

Aethelwyne's Works

Poetry	01/14/2007	Take Me Back
Poetry (Depressed)	01/05/2007	Dying To Live
Poetry	12/01/2006	I Am The Fallen
Poetry (Love)	10/07/2006	Tomorrow
Poetry (Love)	09/12/2006	Quicksand
Poetry	08/13/2006	Where'd You Go
Poetry	05/30/2006	Truth
Poetry	03/21/2006	Turned
Poetry (Love)	01/27/2006	Hidden Hearts
Poetry	12/23/2005	Ghost
Poetry	11/07/2005	Not Alone
Poetry	10/23/2005	Something Ever After
Poetry	10/22/2005	Unrequited Life
Poetry	10/21/2005	Follow
Poetry (Rage)	09/26/2005	Sarcastic Sadness
Poetry	09/06/2005	My Everything
Poetry	09/01/2005	Patriots
Poetry (Political)	09/01/2005	America The Damned
Poetry	08/09/2005	Once Again
Poetry	07/29/2005	Someday
Poetry (Rage)	07/25/2005	Melodies
Poetry	06/22/2005	I could...
Poetry (Reflective)	05/26/2005	Blinded
Poetry	06/11/2005	Enough
Poetry	06/04/2005	Yesterday's Memories
Poetry (Love)	06/04/2005	Letter to the Dead
Poetry (Love)	05/27/2005	Emotionless
Poetry (Depressed)	04/27/2005	Crimson Rain

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