Loves Loathsome Ache By Lucy Renfrow For those with another, And to think weve all learned from

mother! But what is a place without another? Well, she said to care for every other, But Ive lost my caring ability And you let me blend with those of invisibility.

Your heart is now crippled And your soul is savagely fake. My hatred for you has now tripled, And youre the reason I lie awake With such a loathsome heartache.

I will not be the one to beseech you to withdraw. I will not wave the crisp white flag During this battle of our loves main flaw. I will win, and along with me our old passion will drag. Now Id rather wipe up our past with a dirty old rag.

Why does life allow this pain, And how does it simmer this shear form of spite? Id rather not have my heart be locked away by a chain, But I must never give in to this fight. Although this loves painful outcome is causing me too much of a fright.