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Cruel, kind,
All-knowing, blind.
There is no other emotion
Of this sort that is true
That drives us in so many ways
It splits us in two.
Despite the rage
It can make people feel
We find comfort
Because love is something real
- by Anons Anonymous |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 11/01/2008 |
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- Title: Love
- Artist: Anons Anonymous
- Description: Dedicated to my late mother. I miss her so...
- Date: 11/01/2008
- Tags: love mother
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Comments (7 Comments)
- Aunty Tesha - 03/18/2009
- This poem is sad..but true.
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- Anons Anonymous - 12/31/2008
- you all really like it?
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- IegaI - 12/26/2008
- dammit now i feel sappy ;.; i cried a little 5/5
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- Heartless_WolfSpirit - 12/15/2008
- this is true! but i hope the love that i feel is realy there. hopefully it is, anyways i love it! :]
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- Anons Anonymous - 11/01/2008
- thank you. having someone read what i write and respond means a lot to me.
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- _delted_--mfrag - 11/01/2008
- no it isent
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- DemeaningMeaning - 11/01/2008
- t'is true. we all experience love and it can niether be created nor destroyed.
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