Love in a passion

October 19, 2011
With love, there comes loneliness. And with the lonely moments, one could cure happiness.
When people walk the street holding hands, or staring into thine eyes, one may ask why may that never be me, oh why.
When art thou good enough for a summer romance, or a simple winter mistletoe? It is love like passion, which makes us woe.
Passion like woe, love like woe, when love hurts, it isn’t that which we think.
Tis the way we hurt ourselves for forcing upon us the need to have love, the need to have passion.
Isn’t it easier to have to avoid this hole of life and wait, wait for just one hour, a day, a year or ten?
Don’t force upon thyself the need to love. It only hurts

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mightierthanthesword said...
Oct. 22, 2011 at 4:02 pm
Good poem, good point. Very profound and thought provoking.
Lexie96 said...
Oct. 21, 2011 at 7:48 pm
It's so true, love is painful. The ultimate question is, is love worth the pain? I tend to think it is, but I know that sometimes it's not. Good poem, gets across a good point. I'd like it if you could check out some of my work sometime, please?
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