Love
Would you call me selfish if I love nay
Would you see me as one being heartless
Would you look down on me with disdain, pray
Calling me names, thinking me so faithless
Why, would you even care to stop and think
Look at me and tell me what you do see
A poet with a view so dark and bleak
A poet writing always of misery
Why, would you even care to wonder why
I was once in love, I ended up broken
Now I do carry my stone heart so high
And write of love, which had me so broken
Love does be the reason why we do be
Love does be why I shall remain empty!
29 Oct 2015
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