What is love?
Some say it is a feeling as soft as a dove.
It is a feeling that I will never find.
It has shown itself blind.
It has no winning cases,
But hurt and pain is its bases
People cant love me because im not that lucky.
They look at me like most would look at a rubber ducky,
Only cute for a season,
But in time it is left behind without reason.
I have come to the conclusion, love is not in this earth,
And people should have told us this from birth.
It would have saved a lot of heart ache,
And love that was always fake.
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I Just Can't Comprehend
PoetryThe poems throughout this are questions that really we can find no answer to. They are questions when we see ourselves in defeat with the one thing that couples have in common, love. often times we ask ourselves is it real and million other things...
