By Arcassin Burnham
Love has its moments , but I can't see a thing wrong with you.
We wanted peace in a corrupted world, a better solid virtue.
Phone is on 10%, But I just love texting you.
I see the fear inside your head , I could honestly tell hes hurting you.
Like the kind of hurt you feel ashamed,
The wolves eating at your brain,
Of the emotion spectrum of what could have been or what came,
life is not perfect , its a fraud,
When we're all living for God,
Love is everywhere , love is everything from the moon and stars til dawn.
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Author:
Arcassin Burnham (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: January 28th, 2018 10:39
- Comment from author about the poem: ©abpoetry2018 https://arcassin.blogspot.com/2018/01/less-than-3-thoughts.html
- Category: Love
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Comments1
Yep love is all there is sir! Bit worried about life being a fraud though. But it sure enough is a mixed up confusing thing when you love something you cant kiss.
Good one.
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