Love.

By LostWithinWords •
Love is great,
love is pure,
But in the end it's just pulled apart,
I love her but does she love me,
to think what I thought.
I don't know what to do.
I sit in a lonely grave carving her name amungst my skin,
Wishing that within the blood,
I can find the answer that to be loved is a great deal of pain..