A love so deep
A heart so warm
A seed to reap
A field of thorns
Indeed I weep
My love is gone
I try to think
my mind is worn
I look again
At the smile she wore
The look of pain
When called a whore.
Words hurt π€
A love so deep
A heart so warm
A seed to reap
A field of thorns
Indeed I weep
My love is gone
I try to think
my mind is worn
I look again
At the smile she wore
The look of pain
When called a whore.
Words hurt π€
Wow, That last line really hits!!!
Well poetry is meant to let you think...
He limited it to 14 lines so I couldn't complete the poemπ
Best for me to stick to my stories π
Hahaha. I know how you feel.
To love a love that is deemed unacceptable is a painful thing to go through but is it worth it? Can love overcome everything? I like the questions you poem is making me ask. Thank you.
It asked me a lot of questions when I wrote it tooπ
Although I've forgotten themππ
ππππ all is well.
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