Staring into the sky filled with stars,
Recounting memories left with scars,
They soar so high and bright above,
Asking myself, 'What is love?',
I haven't experienced the feeling,
From the past or the present being,
Stuffed and shown as a toy in a store,
Tears came down till my eyes sore,
How it feels to be free and happy,
I'll never know, And I'll never see,
I'm inside, trapped in a dome,
Wondering what love I've known,
Recalling every piece just a bit,
Love must be fake, and I don't like it,
Will pain be the only one I meet?
Will I die under its treacherous heat?
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--LuvLots
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Poem Addiction
Poetry"A poet's greatest strength is his words; his greatest weakness is his emotions; his greatest addiction is his paper that is the world he lives in." -Eskay Kitz-
