The Loving Side of Me nurtures to a fault..
My heart knows no boundaries, she gives till all that is left is tumult…
A beating vessel of purple and red…
My brain judges every word that is said…
Passion and tenderness… renders me useless…
Sight, touch, sound, and taste…
In a world full of antipathy, these abilities can be a waste…
The Loving Side of Me is never free…
She can never be who she wants to be… Madamchryzl
Rhymes, Writings, and Confessions to Small Crimes 
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