January 1, 2009
By saraya uitvlugt, South Bordman, MI

I thought love to be a dream,
I thought love to be a blessing,
I wished so much
to have love tossed upon my heart,
but all I got was a heartbrake;
the pain echoes through me
burning in my blood,
filling me with sadness;
all I wish for is death
to end my suffering and pain,
so love can no longer plague me,
so my heart may heal to be whole.

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