LoveA Poem by BirsinA spurt about love that i made.
Love, 'tis a complicated being. He pulls you one way while telling you to go another. She tortures you with her malice while cleaning the wounds she has made. Love is a curse that everyone wants to be blessed with. A bomb that shatters the innermost section of one's heart as it collects the pieces to mend it together again. Love is a greedy little creature left out on the street that always gives away. Love is fickle, but when has that been bad for love?
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1 Review Added on January 21, 2013 Last Updated on January 21, 2013 AuthorBirsinTacoma, WAAboutIm an amature writer, both in poems and books. I am currently writing several books and make a new poem whenever I have a strong feeling and my creative mind takes over. You may see me playing some MM.. more..Writing
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