Where does love go when you lose it?
Does it get dusty, sitting on the shelves of a heart
Like a book yearning to be read;
Or does it tear apart the mind
Desperate in it’s death rattle,
Aching to be seen?
I suppose that love is never quite lost,
It only seeks to be found.
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Author:
Rael (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: My poems have been asking a lot of questions recently, and I think that's okay. Asking yourself questions is key to finding the answers you need. Have a lovely day today.
- Category: Letter
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Asking yourself (the hard) questions, is the best way to find out who you are and what you seek/desire! Beautiful poem!
Thank you!
Wow, I too suppose that love is never lost, it only seeks to be found. Such a nice poem
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