Love
I bet you believed this poem was written for love.
But I have forgotten such a word,
As I have tried to forget why.
No, I haven’t written something for love
For what seems an eternity?
Wasn’t it you who told me love
Was simply something lacking hate?
If so, my sins must prove
That I lack love entirely,
And everything, yes anything, that brings such joy.
Like laughter and hope.
Such silly things mean nothing to me.
And wasn’t it you who said without hope,
There is no hope in living.
So I suppose this means I must die.
Or am I doomed to a world of wondering?
A world where flowers never bloom, but stay
Closed for all eternity,
Waiting endlessly as they
Sway in the moon’s cold beams.
A moon who simply steals its light
From an all forgotten sun.
I hate the way you know
Just what to say,
To wrench the color from my life,
And throw me in a world of grey…
Would you laugh, if I told you I found it
Beautiful?
Or have I no right to know such a thing.
Time goes by in this world of mine,
And I wait endlessly for anything
That speaks of truth.
After living so long in a world of lies,
I have forgotten there was such a thing as beauty.
And wasn’t it you who once told me that
Love
Is a beautiful thing?
hollly i havnt talked to youin ferever! i hope ur doin good! love you love TaYLoR*
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i love that peom.Come visit my diary some time. I have two(2)Twisted teenage soul is 1 and the other 1 is iwishiwasgarycoleman.
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blah. i need to talk to you. things arent going great. love, becky
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hay holly thanx for ur note….IM me sumtime n we’ll talk about it –aintnoro0kie x0xo JiLL
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holly ho. my dear friend. i miss you. -becky
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