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Their love was one of barbed wire

Tangled up in steel and spikes,

Each move they made tore at their flesh

Excruciating in every step.

They bound themselves in this painful love

Thinking they wanted each other oh so much,

But their love tore and ripped at their flesh

And left them with wounds and bloody mess.

Blind to the pain they inflicted on each other

Clinging together two desperate lovers

Yet inflicting these wounds on each other,

Creating the barbed wire and ensuring it covers

Both of their bodies heart and soul,

It opened up wounds new and old

Covered in scar tissue they would not be told,

Their love was a painful one ancient and old.

So many people have lived and loved this way

Putting themselves through immeasurable pain,

Believing this love to be pure and true

It’s the kind of love that deluded. 

It is about two people who are not meant to be,

Ignorant of what everybody else sees

Together they combine more out of defiance,

They then build up attachment and a  unhealthy reliance.

But there is bitterness and hate that brews underneath

And causes so much anger and grief

That they create this barbed wire,

And tear each other apart

In birth and in death

From death do us part.