Every day is such a painful day,
Tides flooded the land of hope,
And washed the love away,
Letting it be lost at sea.
So the young girl lay in the grass,
While she drank the harsh liquid,
Watching each painful day pass,
With a tear in her eye.
An angel of hope,
Heard the young girl's cries,
He too needed to cope,
So together they searched for the love.
They searched far and wide,
Finding as much as they can,
But still the tide,
Tried to take back what they found.
The pain got less every day,
As the tide kept losing strength,
It failed to wash away,
All the love they found.
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I'm Just Trying To Find Painless Love
Poetry"Sometimes it's not the butterflies that tell you you're in love... but the pain." -Unknown Part Three: I guess I still need to learn. --------- A collection of 2018 and 2019 poems 12/3/19 #5 in livinglife #47 in painfullove 19/3/19 #182 in finding...
