Love is a poison, but it is a poison you cannot resist...
I wish love wasn't so artificial - like the kind in romance novels.
Love is as thin as paper, and it's time runs fast like an hourglass.
When your love is torn down by another heart, you are forced to watch the sand go from one end to the next - time that can never be reclaimed.
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Love is poison, but it is a poison you cannot resist.
Even though it destroys you on the inside, you cannot resist it.
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Poetry(#12 in Poetry- 3/5/17 |14 in Poetry- 2/28/17 |23 in Poetry- 11/18/16) Have you ever considered picking up a pen and writing to the one you fear most? Well, that's what I've done. When I write to my fears, It's oddly satisfying, because I know that...
