How do I live my life alone?
How can my heart be cold as stone?
How would others understand?
What I feel and who I am?
Love is cruel, love's a lie;
Love is a twisted, demented image, of the mind.
How can I live, so unsure;
What is life, what is love, what is it for?
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Love Poems From the Heart
PoetryHi! This book is for my first reader that I didn't know, gaysunsetstar. They deserve some support, because they gave some to me. So here we are. These are love letters and poems from my heart. Hope you enjoy!
