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Jack Rawlings Poem
Love is impossible when you hold back.
Love is just a synonym for freedom.
If Love is such sweetness, why does it,
To me, taste as bitter as revenge
You can’t break it. I’ve tried.
It just clings on tighter. The more you
Push it away, the harder it tugs on your heart.
It’s a punch in the face, that feeling when
You’ve been hit in the nose, that sting.
The burning of unrequited love, or lust.
Or admiration. Desire. I wish she was mine.
To touch her cheek in the morning.
To kiss her lips while she sleeps.
To perform every cliché that love throws up.
Until it becomes clichéd just to live. And love.
I Love Her…
Copyright © Jack Rawlings | Year Posted 2008
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