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Love Is

Contributed by jacobskk on Sunday, 22nd May 2005 @ 11:40:54 PM in AEST
Topic: SadPoetry

Love is just a player.
Love is just a lie.
Love is a tempting sinkhole,
A departure without “Goodbye.”

Love is a stupid vacation,
From which you’ll never return.
Love is just a pyro,
That longs to watch you burn.

Love is a doorless room,
Claiming torture like a crown.
A masked face; a scarred ambrace,
Just waiting to bring you down.

Tell yourself you love him.
Go ahead and try it on.
He’ll only take what he wants from you,
And then he’ll be up and gone.

Your love will never be enough,
To him, it won’t mean a thing.
Wait for an apology all you want,
That phone will never ring.

He’ll leave you in the dust,
And throw some of it in your eyes.
Then he’ll take advantage of the fact,
That you suck at saying goodbyes.

Your absence to him is heaven.
His absence to you is hell.
You’ll wake up each day hoping to die,
Without him, you won’t do well.

Your grades will hit the floor,
As well as your inner respect.
You can look in every corner of your soul,
But there will be no sunlight left.

He was never there to begin with,
You gave your heart to one big lie.
Without him, all you’ll want to do,
Is curl up and die.

So think of all the tears you cried,
And how much you want them back.
Think of all that wasted pain,
You have love to thank for that.

Copyright Â© jacobskk ... [ 2005-05-22 23:40:54]
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Re: Love Is (User Rating: 1 )
by ForeverAlone on Monday, 23rd May 2005 @ 12:04:13 AM AEST
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OH, wow, this is good, very well portreyed..um, wrongly tho, but in a good way.. ;]] Hehe..I really like this, and im glad you found real love too, some guys are worth thinking otherwise..nice job on the poem..Good Luck

~Clark

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