Love...
What is love if not only a burden upon yourself.
What is love if not only a pain in your side.
What is love if not only the whim of your lonely heart.
What is love if not only the cause of a broken heart.
What is love if not only the pain of a thousand arrows shot straight into your heart after it’s all ends. Yet death does not come, but the pain still lingers the same for many years to come.
Love is a burden but the burden is not heavy to bare. Instead of weighing you down it lifts you up.
Love is a pain in your side but it’s also the thing that’s heals your side as well.
Love is a whim of your lonely heart. It is the thing that saves your heart from its self.
Love is the cause of a broken heart but it also mends one too.
Love is the pain of a thousand arrows shot straight into your heart after it ends.
But who says it has to end.
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Elemental_Child
The poems I will write are my own.These are the poems I set in your sights to see and comment on them please comment.
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