Oh the things we do for love
We worship the ground when we should look above
Misguided, we're clueless
Don't think with our heads
Our hearts are the victims
So they have to play dead
Halting the beat, we have to breathe slow
So the flame will die down
and lose its control
We yearn for the passion
We felt in our youth
Young and not restless
with nothing to prove
We'll cherish the memories
Though they cause us pain
and we'll never let go
Cause' we're both to blame
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Author:
psychofemale (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: The meaning of love? You decide.
- Category: Love
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Comments3
Love is so wonderful with the right person, as my wife and I know.
thanks you all 🙂
So true and thank you
🙂
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