A Love Poem And A Bad One

A Love Poem And A Bad One

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Last published Wed, Jul 27, 2016

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What am i to Her What am i to her What is she to me What would she do if she found out What would she say Would my soul shatter Or would it stay the same It's been cracked once It can't take it again What am i to her What is she to me I may shed a tier I might angered My mind may shred My hope may disappear But there's a chance A chance What am i to her What is she to me It's weird To be related Its weird To know It's weird To be around What am i to her What is she to me comment if you have someone you cant tell.this came from the heart.remember that

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At a young age, tragedy struck her life when her parents were taken from her in a devastating accident, leaving her to seek refuge in the home of her neighbors. In the aftermath of such profound loss, she transformed into a quiet, gentle soul, her laughter stifled and her spirit dulled. However, everything changed when their son entered her life, igniting a spark of joy that had long been extinguished. His presence brought light to her world, and for a fleeting moment, she felt the warmth of happiness enveloping her once more. Yet, as her heart opened, she became excessively kind, almost too trusting, her sweetness radiating like a beacon. This innocence, however, did not go unnoticed; it made her vulnerable to the whims of others. Friends could easily slip into her life, and admirers could easily fall for her charm, which gnawed at him with an unsettling worry. The thought of her mingling with others, of her kindness being exploited, consumed him. His feelings morphed into an all-consuming obsession, a possessiveness that wrapped around her like a vine, tightening with every passing moment. In his eyes, she was meant to belong solely to him, a treasure to be cherished and protected from the world's harshness. Anyone who dared to approach her, anyone he perceived as a potential threat, would find themselves swiftly removed from her life. To him, the only way to ensure her safety and happiness was to keep her entirely to himself, away from the prying eyes and greedy hearts of others. She was his, and he would stop at nothing to guard that claim, believing that in his embrace, she would find the only true love she would ever need.

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