Bound by itA Poem by Dream WeaverThat's a pic of me![]()
As a child I’ve always heard of it, as a teenager I would dream about it, as an adult I would search for it. I have found it and I have lost it; I used it and abuse it, I was absolutely confused by it.
I prayed for it and then cursed it, I embraced it tightly only to let it slip through my hands. I cherished it, I despised it, and I welcomed it then renounced it.
I was bound by it, I was freed by it, I betrayed it as it betrayed me. I was deceived by it, I was relieved by it, and I was surrounded by it, and left abandoned by it.
I rediscovered it then rerouted it; I begged and somewhat borrowed it. I shunned it and devoured it. How one word could inflict so much pain and suffering yet still have a euphoric hold on this word commonly known as… “LOVE”
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