LoveA Poem by BirsinA spurt about love that i made.
Love, 'tis a complicated being. He pulls you one way while telling you to go another. She tortures you with her malice while cleaning the wounds she has made. Love is a curse that everyone wants to be blessed with. A bomb that shatters the innermost section of one's heart as it collects the pieces to mend it together again. Love is a greedy little creature left out on the street that always gives away. Love is fickle, but when has that been bad for love?
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