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something i wrote in high school.. slightly restructured but otherwise the same

when love is new
 it is spring crisp
 tart and sweet
 leaving juices on your mouth
 for your lover's tongue
 to savor in the wee hours


when love is old
 it is comforting and soft
 worn in just the right places
 a mantle of protection
 smoothing the jarring edges
 of the world outside


but when love is wrong
 oh my sweet
 when love is wrong
 the sweetness turns
 to bitterest acid
 our peach soft mantle
 becoming a martyr's cloak
 all nettles and thorns


 and I can offer you
 no solace 

Reviews

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I like it, i think it's wonderful and beuatiful as well as emotional.
Well written!