Love is but a dangerous thing,
It cuts you up like swords and blades,
Stabs your heart and stops its beating.
It heals you yet wounds you so bad.
You feel loved momentarily.
You feel happiness fill you up,
You feel the sunshine light you up.
You feel warm, fuzzy, contented.
Everything is right, but is it?
When love smiles, you feel butterflies.
But they die and you feel empty.
Butterflies leave scratches behind.
Love leaves you wounded and bleeding.
Love leaves you scarred yet beautiful,
Much more beautiful than before.
More mature, braver and tougher.
Love wounds, hurts, breaks, and changes you.
But love heals and beautifies you.
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Silent Heartaches
PoetryWhile under quarantine... under lock down... Thoughts begin to swarm your head and you begin wondering. I began poetry and wrote the thoughts in my head. In this way, I could express myself. This collection is comprised of pain and heartaches poetry...
