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What love really is.
Love is nothing but a dream, nothing real, nothing seen.
Illusions to the heart, trickery to the brain that causes me pain.
Backed in a corner with no good to gain.
My heart cries, my breath is shortened, my heart is battered and beaten.
Nothing left but a girl shattered and weakened.
Illusions to the heart, trickery to the brain that causes me pain.
Backed in a corner with no good to gain.
My heart cries, my breath is shortened, my heart is battered and beaten.
Nothing left but a girl shattered and weakened.
Published 29th Apr 2014
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29th Apr 2014 5:09am
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29th Apr 2014 6:48am
29th Apr 2014 6:46pm
This is true, but you need to make your love for yourself and for someone turn into reality. That can not be taken away from you, especially the love for yourself.
29th Apr 2014 8:09pm
I understand what you mean. I actually wrote this poem about a year ago, i was going through some things lol.
29th Apr 2014 8:14pm
