Love
It hurts.
It pleases.
It’s amazing.
It’s not real.
True love doesn’t exist.
It’s fake.
Just like you.
You seem to be amazed by it.
You seem too entranced by it.
You seem to want it.
I can’t give it.
Because it doesn’t exist.
Love Is Not Real.
~Campy191
4-20-13
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This is how I feel about love. If you make any comparison to The Phantom Of the Opera I did not mean to do that. Just informing you. If anyone has any ideas of topics i should write poems about then can you tell me? please? well thanks for reading!!:)
~O.G.
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Poems
PoesiaJust a bunch of poems that I write, and I know they are not good, but I try. Most of the stories may be related to The Phantom of the opera. Some may not. It will say at the end of the poem if it is. Some are sad so if you don't like sad then don't...
