Love would slip
through her fingers
like liquid seeping
through the cracks
and no matter how
hard she tried,
she couldn't
hold onto it.
Convinced the fault
was hers alone
she stopped trying
avoiding love
and anything
resembling it.
Then a love
came along
that changed her
point of view
showing that when
love is real
it comes in
solid form.
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In The Name Of Love
Poetry"Come inside this heart of mine, feel the beat to the poets rhyme, words they tumble, spilling pain, tales of woe or love, again." Poems about love, good and bad, real and imagined, sometimes beautiful, sometimes dark but always, always, from the...
