This is poem I used and made up in my story "Two Kingdoms".
What's this awful losing game called love?
A game where push comes to shove,
And the pure white doves are
Stained red.
How can love be true and always have a happy ending?
I might go mad for it has me sending,
for I refuse to believe love is unbending.
Why do people let love ruin them?
The thought of it I condemn.
Nothing about it resembles a rare gem.
So why do people fall for the stupid love story of
homme and femme?
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Poetryjust a place i will add in my poems. i am in no way shape or form a good poet, however i try. Achievements: #1 poetryjournal - 08.01.2023
