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Love is..
Love is tender,
love is sweet.
It takes a gentle heart.
love will leave you,
cold and dry.
a quiet subtle art.
allures the best,
and takes the rest,
her love is but a lie.
She play's her song,
and angels sing,
my love why won't you die?
Love is but a tender game,
of malice, hate, and greed.
Your love is sick,
your name is weak.
I will not let you feed.
love is sweet.
It takes a gentle heart.
love will leave you,
cold and dry.
a quiet subtle art.
allures the best,
and takes the rest,
her love is but a lie.
She play's her song,
and angels sing,
my love why won't you die?
Love is but a tender game,
of malice, hate, and greed.
Your love is sick,
your name is weak.
I will not let you feed.
Published 18th Dec 2012
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19th Dec 2012 11:43am
19th Dec 2012 9:14pm
sort of, forced myself to write this, as I hadn't posted anything in awhile.
it's more a general distaste for rotten love.
it's more a general distaste for rotten love.
1st Apr 2013 9:55pm
24th May 2013 5:03am
I enjoyed this one most, i like the feeling on gentle anguish within you know? pretty words man good poem.
24th May 2013 10:55am
I felt it, awesome I'm there "I will not let you feed" "she plays her song and angels sing" your query "why won't you die?" brings out the angelic strength in your poetry, you actually crossed the path of the uknown, and you questioned it? You really revealed the spirit behind a mask< GREED> keep writing you're awesome!
24th May 2013 10:57am
thank you so much ! and I didn't mean I didn't like it, it's just when you make yourself write it's generally not as good as when you have to write because it feels bad not to get it down.
At least for me, that first line is the hook.
Once you get the first line of something in your head, you have to finish it, or it drives you crazy.
At least for me, that first line is the hook.
Once you get the first line of something in your head, you have to finish it, or it drives you crazy.
