The beauty of you.

A double edged sword of love
I'm standing in the middle
Bleeding from the center
of my heart,

And I'm freezing cold
Awaiting your warm touch,

Reminiscing the heat inside
Each breath you expel,

Dreaming of some long lost heaven
Falling closer to the very depths of hell,

A tragedy it May just be
Here in this river of Flowing blood,

You, your memory pulsing through my veins
The beauty of you, love, it stains.

Nardine Sanderson 10/10/2015.