The Words Of A Poet

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I walk a lonely road with my heart as black as my soul.
I walk and walk with no one and nothing to talk to.
Am I at fault because I pushed them all away so that I could live my lonely days.

Why am I here without an ounce of love my dear ?
It's probably what I fear,so I make sure no one is near.
Love can be cruel.

Love is nothing it's a word with no meaning that people say with no knowledge and concern.
But it can become something special if you let it.
Is that what I must learn or is it you who must learn it.

Love,
Can be,
Pain,
But,
What,
Is,
Pain,
Without,
Love ?

One day will I figure it out, probably not because maybe one day my heart may stop.

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