January 12, 2012
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Love is a word,
you put in a song.
You say it too often,
you get it all wrong.

Love is a mess,
a wrinkled up dress.
A heart on the sleve,
a need to believe.

Misused and confused,
and overly abused.
Love is a power,
a delicate flower.

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Reversetrajedies said...
Jan. 19, 2012 at 3:04 pm
this poem is beautiful (: but it looks like you have the power to make it longer..
stillhuman replied...
Oct. 2, 2012 at 11:24 am
Thank you so much(:
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