Happily Never After

Love is an erge you feel when there is nothing left to be said.
Loice is that speck of light,
when your blinded,
at the end of a
dark tunnel.
You fell there is no other way out.
Love is a specific
of the heart.
That ends in tradgedy.
I'm not sleeping beauty
and there is no prince charming.

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otherpoet said...
Apr. 1, 2012 at 8:41 pm
I'm in love with this poem :) You have a great voice and the story is so relateable. I especially like the seccond and third lines, because you described love perfectly. Excellent poem!
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