ForeverJesus6

Why Love?

Why love,

when you know,

that she will tear out your heart?

Why love,

when you know,

you will be heartbroken from the start?

Why love,

when you know,

it will be taken the next day?

Why love,

when you know,

your heart will be broken anyway?

Why love,

when you know,

that gratitude is rare?

Why love,

when you know,

that your friends are hardly there?

You have every rite,

to be mad.

Your heart was shattered,

when that was all that you had.

So why love?

We love because,

when we are at,

the end of our rope,

even if it,

is a little bit,

love always gives us hope.

 

Comments1

  • orchidee

    A fine write Forever.



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