unhappy times

unhappy times

A Poem by taylorrose
"

I love my daughter but this is the truth of are dying love.

"

They talk about love

like its a flower

that is always blooms

they don't see it like us

love isn't like used to be

nothing last forever

you think hes the one

because hes your best friend

and life without him would be unbearable

truth is its horrible

I know I feel for him

a friend who made it seem like he loved me so much

I didn't see it because I was told

all great love is developed between a friendship

no matter what we shared

no matter how much laughter we shared

how much we talked about things

it comes crashing down

its hard to realize until your in front of it

when the only thing left to do

is to walk away from your best friend

its not something they tell you about

they don't get you ready for it

the hard part isn't telling your best friend its what happens at the end

the strength to understand isn't In are hearts

its what we wear everyday

pregnancy??

it ends all relationships

it kills the only happiness you can have

telling the one you love

it kills you

it should be a happy time but only

in my case I had no choice but to let go of my love

because being pregnant wasn't what he wanted

im dying inside because I love him

I love him so much that it kills me every single day that I have to see him

a love he will never know

 

© 2015 taylorrose


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yesh, that's a rough patch for anyone to be on, what can i say about love, it's a double edged sword, it could be the greatest feeling or an illness without a cure, with which the only cure is love itself. but what do i know, all i can say is cheer up , with time this could get better, don't give up on love, it has caused you pain, and pain could last for a minute an hour or even a year, however if you give up it would last forever.

Posted 9 Years Ago


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yesh, that's a rough patch for anyone to be on, what can i say about love, it's a double edged sword, it could be the greatest feeling or an illness without a cure, with which the only cure is love itself. but what do i know, all i can say is cheer up , with time this could get better, don't give up on love, it has caused you pain, and pain could last for a minute an hour or even a year, however if you give up it would last forever.

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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taylorrose
taylorrose

marshalltown, IA



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you learn to live your life your way. you earn how to free yourself from your own demons. in the process you find love in the most delicate places. this is my life and I own it. more..

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He was He was

A Poem by taylorrose