14 Jul

Love is…

A knife that pierces the core

Each time we profess

Another dies

At night, they say a prayer

…wipe away a tear

Love is…

An ocean upon which floats

Hopes and aspirations

But can easily be dashed

Onto morbid shoals

Remnants…set adrift in anguish

Love is…

A toy…to be enjoyed

Until the novelty fades

Then is discarded

It rusts…but never dies

Love is…


A paradise unbecoming

Pure, sweet, innocent


By the green-eyed serpent

Love is…

Ignorance, it exists

A treasure trove of despair

Unknown and unseen

Hidden from the blind

In shadowy recesses

Until it’s gone

…then is sorely missed

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Posted by on July 14, 2012 in Poetry


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