An Endless ThingA Poem by For Who I AmLove is a strange It locks you into a cage with endless torment and pain It toys with you like a game In the end love is love It perches on top of you like a dove It hurts to say I love you But in the end we always say it on cue even if we don't have too
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4 Reviews Added on April 2, 2014 Last Updated on April 2, 2014 AuthorFor Who I AmGeorgiaAboutWho am I? Why am I here? I'm here to post my stories and poems so everyone can see them. I love to play tennis, badminton, softball, soccer, basketball, I like to swim, and best of all I LOVE TO READ!.. more..Writing
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