Great Pain
Made this around midnight, just something that has been troubling me for quite a while now, just wanted to get it out, if you know what I mean.
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Dedicated to Jimmy, someone who I loved very dearly.
I am incredibly rich indeed, but not legal tender and chickenfeed.
What is rich comes from the heart, all I have ever wanted is a counterpart.
Someone who is kind, sweet and brave, a man who I most undoubtedly crave,
but crave it must not be alone, for then that I must atone.
You cannot love without heart, or else you will undoubtedly part,
this must be remembered every day, for love comes even if you are gay,
this is tried, tested, and true, if you do this you will stick like glue.
I have witnessed partings way too many, those who were once good company,
those who hearts are weak, last not much longer then a week.
Sadly I have been victim of some, and an especially violent one.
It was summertime, and the weather was fine,
there was Jim and there was me, and no other way it could be.
Our love was real, our love was true, it's the kind that you really feel, and we were not nearly through.
Then came interference, who they were made a large difference,
they took my heart and ripped it out, for what it was for I knew nothing about,
I only did what I thought to be true, and I knew evil it had nothing to do.
I did not shed more than a few tears, although I was filled with fear,
the man I loved was taken from me, and not in the least was gently.
One day he was reading to me, of a most very interesting story,
then he was cut short, as him my parents abort,
I feel that all of the love we had in our hands, though we both wanted to tie the bands,
was useless against the ruthless plight, which was ensued by my parents that night,
at least it happened whilst I was young, if it happened now my soul would be hung,
I still don't know how I was able to manage,Then again I was never quite average.
I hated never being emotional, my feeling center was lacking what it needed to be operational.
I have since then those parts gathered, I am no longer so armored,
I can toughen up if I wish, but that usually only causes me anguish.
I come at you now, bit of sweat upon my brow,
my story told, which behold,
one of my greatest pains, I hope it will not be in vain,
I know more than I did, which is most splendid,
which to me is important, now than I have no more the heart of a militant.