Love is something that abuses the heart
And leaves it in a struggle that
Will take all willingness from each and every part
Of the body
And keeps it in touch with the mind that its
Alone
And as if nothing is there but hatred fills
Every wall in the unleashing pain of the heart
And leaks
until something else has swept it from the deep dark
Tunnels of lost Love.
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hey sometimes love can be good. i know that u dont want to love someone.but hey it;s all good. i hate love sometimes.
love allwayes bree
Ty-Ty,
Hey buddy your poem is true in someways but love can help people thru the hardest of days.
Courtney ;-)
i really like yours cuz its so true
ty i like how you describe love it is beautiful. Alicia
That makes a lot of sense and i really like it
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