Love., by LostWithinWords
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Love is great,
love is pure,
But in the end it's just pulled apart,
I love her but does she love me,
to think what I thought.
I don't know what to do.
I sit in a lonely grave carving her name amungst my skin,
Wishing that within the blood,
I can find the answer that to be loved is a great deal of
pain..
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| Posted: 2007-09-28 00:42:39 UTC |
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| 2007-11-05 22:06:19 | Tattooedkadie |
| I really like this poem but there is so much more to love than just the pain that can come of it I am a firm believer in the fact that it is better to have loved and lost than to never love at all |