I can feel the angels crying as you close the door.
How much can one person hurt before they can't hurt anymore?
When I was young I used to sing and dance,
Making up songs of sweet romance.
When you were young did you dream?
Did you have faith in what the future would bring?
Not a day went by that I didn't pretend,
Always believing in love without end
Was I ever so innocent and full of hope?
I'm sure I was, it was just so long ago.
I still believe that love is real,
Though it doesn't feel how I thought it would feel.
Always thought love was tender and kind,
Felt that love shouldn't have to be blind.
Mama taught me that love would compromise,
Keeping both hearts happy would make us wise.
How could I have fallen for someone with such different views?
No-one has hurt me like I've been hurt by you.
And now here I stand with tears in my eyes,
Trying to have faith because love isn't love when it's filled with lies.
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Great pain here in your writing and today i know only too well how you feel (please look at my poem today and you'll see why).
Love IS love and it comes in many forms but the more you learn to love yourself then the more you will feel the love (in all it's guises) around you.
Your poem stirred me.
Thank you. I will definitely check out your poem. I agree that love comes in many forms but kindness, respect, gentleness, thoughtfulness and the will to do what's best for the other person should be present. If someone loves someone else there shouldn't be lies driving a wedge between them. Thank you for your comment.
Great write SLR
Thank you so much.
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