Confused Love
Sometimes love is pain and pain is love.
Missing that special love only confuses that pain.
You truly don't miss a thing until it's gone.
And the feeling of that missing element only stabilizes the pain.
At times this love can be misinterpreted with lust.
A heart never lies but a mind can be manipulated.
Which is more trustworthy and which is less deserving?
Copyright © Quendralyn Gooden-Talley | Year Posted 2007
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