November 3, 2011
By Timmah BRONZE, Louisville, Kentucky
Timmah BRONZE, Louisville, Kentucky
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Whose love is this I think I know
Her grasp is on my heart ever so

She will not hear my heart stop here
To watch my heart fill with fear

My little life must be so clear
To stop without love so near

Between the heart and feelings within
The darkest part of my life will end

The author's comments:
I’ve experienced love at its best and worse. After a hard love has ended, you develop fear for it, but also a need.
How can I need something I fear so much?

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