Poets are those who love,--who feel great truths, And tell them.

March 16, 2008

Love Love Love

by Anonymous

what is love?
it is something stupid.
i mean, why is there love?
i hate love.
it hurts when you get hurt,
but do you think of that
when you hurt someone?
i know i did.
so i guess i should start this off right:
love sucks when you're 17 and love someone,
but your daddy says,
'no, you can't see him or talk to him.'
he was the best thing to happen to me,
until you came around and stole him.
why did you take him away?
he loved me,
he said he would always be with me,
then you came to town
and now he's gone with you and it hurts.
i won't let you or him see it,
but someday i will tell you,
and then you will feel bad that you took him.

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