Love Is a Gift from the Great Aunt Who Calls You by Your Mother's NameA Poem by E. A. LideDo you remember that one time when you thought you loved a person more than anything in the world? But once you had them you realised that you didn't want them any more, and that you never truly loved them at all, you only ever loved the idea of them. Like a toy a child wants for months, gets for Christmas, then plays with once. © 2014 E. A. Lide |
StatsAuthorE. A. LidecornAboutSalutations fellow writers. To be frank, I've never been good at introducing myself or determining which facts are relevant and which are not, so I'm just going to wing it. I've been a member o.. more..Writing
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