Love, what is it really?
We say it here and there. Sometimes it just carries dust in the air as it comes out of our mouths meaning less.
Sometimes its a joke said to raise someone up to help them give into you;
Just.. so.. you can destroy what little ounce of love that was left.
Then again Love is just a word a word that hurts when not meant. There is no love there is just pain.
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A_lost_soul (
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WELCOME FRIEND ~ Thanks for your first Poem ! It is in essence more of an Anti~Love poem than a regular Love Poem. As we get older (into our 30's) our experience of love Waxes and Wanes like the MOON ! I don't tell every lady I date I LOVE YOU but fortunately those I have said it to ~ have (for a rime) Loved me back ! The message in your intriguing poem is ~ DON'T SAY ILY and not mean it ~ Yours BRIAN (UK) Please check my Poems ~ Thanks B.
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love and pain travels together,even real love brings pain at times
And pain is the best type of love.
brings the best ink !
THANKS FRIEND ~ i GUESS 19 is your age ! Being a MALE I was still s struggling Science Student @ 19 and martially I didn't have much to offer a Girl ~ but of course I did fly my kite ! I did fall in love several times @ College but I don't think I really thought about the implications of telling a Female Student ILY it was all part of growing up ! Yours BRIAN
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