Silent Screamer

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And then as she stood in front of him his resolve shattered ,every excuse he had come up with meant nothing and now that he knew what was to come the few steps that separated them caused him excruciating pain the lump in his throat got bigger until he couldn't speak anymore ,his breathing ragged his agonized heart , every beat as if a nail through his chest ,lamenting his luck he took a step forward her piercing eyes could see past his facade through all the layers of darkness into his soul her breathing spiked and the blush on her cheek intensified a reaction to his presence, they stood in silence her love radiating his screams muffled inside his body though apparently calm wreaking havoc on his soul not a word was needed she understood. The twinkle in her eyes disappeared her cheeks flushed he could see her shatter and collapse right in front of him the instinct to protect her was over whelming but how could he for he had destroyed her his legs gave up and he fell on his knees a tear streaked down his cheek paving way for an eternal scar to embellished his now torn heart and in that silence she turned and with a secondary glance left leaving little pieces of her heart behind, he was killed in the battle ground that night fought his last fight took his last flight a hushed I'm sorry and I love you he said before the doctors on ground declared him dead

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Their love it was lethal , it broke them both neither got each other but both lost their souls , With broken hearts they brewed their storm, and watched destruction emerge Decaying bodies and the shots of pain inch by inch paving its way , Their soul which was hankering, craved for love ,a sign a miracle a hand from above the pain of heartbreak corroded their bones , torn hearts and withering lungs labored breathing and agonizing sighs . Her eyes Contained the hell fire His love forever frozen ,the face of a dead man No love rendered through the veins where once blood flowed the bitterness of the poison through his eyes over flowed This devil of a man,that mischievous perfect angle now faced the darkness coming from all angles But beneath the rot and the corrosion what never showed were the muffled cries of their souls that were hushed by the by the hope of a love unknown Both needing the other the need heart wrenching, their pain more than a thousand humans had known they were peaceful bods to superficially but underneath flesh their was a crying child, a child who longed for his mothers breast A soldier who carved for a moment of rest in the arms of his wife her head on his chest Yet the pain is more than that which they hide inside ,withering away ,,,slowly dying yet they understand each other's pain ,a path of thorns no love no gain after all they are soldiering through same situation in the end waiting for the world and in their rules a little bend all that remains is the realization at that will fend ,an acceptance that true love means an agonizing disappointing end

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With broken wings she flew through storms, the wind merciless tough lifted the warrior as she bled through the air the battle scars that embellished her skin told tales of her victory.  But to the face of the earth she is a vivacious, perfect bod as she continued to shroud her woes under her superficial, that's how she is .She grew stronger as her being fell apart piece by piece they thought she was done for good but what they failed to see where she broke wings grew And with that she didn't let her hankering, agonizing emotions come out and for her it was like a lava effecting her inner self, like walking on sprinters of glass and feeling the pain at every inch of the body,much more than that like hammering your body with your own hands and bruising it tearing crushing and ripping it till nothing but a vulnerable soul was exposed , the pain again is more than words can express For she bore the weight of the world fighting battles losing love her hamartia she couldn't fall out of love sadly she was left quite often

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Love.

And then he drank their sorrows until every little drop disappeared for he was a man of passion who gave away little pieces of his heart till nothing remained .every little thing around him lived while he slowly crumbled .and in his silence through the torture he endured he taught me the meaning of love .

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