What Is Love?A Poem by RebeccaWhat is love? Is it happiness? Joy recieved by a specific person? No, that's not even close, Love is a dark thing.
Love means risking everything you are, Love is a free shot at breaking yourself. Love causes pain, Love causes death, And yet we continue to love.
Love does not mean peace, and Love is not a gateway, All love is is a set-up, a trap. One that is so obviously set, but in it's trickery We fall for it everytime.
So what is love? Something we strive for? Or Something we fear? I'm sick of falling, but I can't stop. All I know is Love hurts. © 2009 RebeccaReviews
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