Love, Live - Aren't You One?
I came not here
To wound your heart
Don't love me,
I've nothing to provide .
Love? a fleeting name,
Nothing to claim.
They fall for love,
They cherish love,
They called it beauty,
But beauty turns duty.
Love, they paint in gain,
Yet canvas bleeds with pain.
They Live to love,
But I -
I love to live.
Love, Life - aren't you one?
Cruel, Cruel - what a cruel name.
No warning, no excuse,
Nor promise to hold on
It snaps,
and you're done-
Buried in dampened
Breathless earth.
Yet still,
I choose to live.
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