To be loved, a pleasant feeling.
To love, a great experience.
To love more than to be the loved, a hard painful task.
To watch the one you love,
Give love to someone else.
Heartbreaking, cr-ck
The love you gave, dismissed.
Cr-ck.
The love I used to build you up, ignored.
An ungrateful lover, gives me pain.
Picks my soul up, scrunches it up to a ball.
My body watches,spiritless.
Loses its balance, for a sec.
Soul searches, confused.
The scrunched spirit, you pick.
The crowd watches, not knowing what to expect.
You pick my spirit.
Aim.
Shoot.
Silence.
Through the hoop it goes.
He shoots and he scores.
The crowd cheers.
As he threw it away.
Disregarded it, yet again.
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Please, just love me...
PoesiaClips flicker through my mind, scenes play on repeat. How can love make a person so weak? The power of love, leaves the strongest people on their knees. Love is a fools fairytale A/N: Each poem comes with a song to play along. Press play,and read al...
