Love is usually portrayed as a heart
Like a strong and marvelous feeling
That should never be used to hurt
Something that we all should be feelingAlive since when? Since the stone age?
Since the time of swords and realms?
Since ever creating sadness and rage
Princesses breaking hearts, princes breaking elmsSome say you only love once
Some claim to love more than one
Some get married and are happy forever
Some people think they won't find love, everChasing down a feeling
Without a map, without a North
Risking to lose ourselves
Is that enough to prove how it's worth?Love and hate are similar opposites
Both make you put the target on fire
Hate would be accompanied by gasoline
Love would be a metaphor for desireWhen real
Love can only be broke at the joint
So,
Let me explain some points:Don't picture love as one big heart
Love are two or more hearts
And if you hurt one of the hearts
Then all the hearts will fall apartFor some love is a lie
I'm sure those have been broken
Is it worth to try again?
Will that pain ever be choken?
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Little Big Somethings
PoetryHighest rank: #15 in Snippets 02/12/2018 #36 in Poetry! 04/02/2017 Life is strange, I make it stranger. We need to enjoy the little things! They are big. Does this seem non-sense? Read the line before ;)