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Monday, June 17, 2013

Poetry Share - Cliche


hurt

you can run, but you can’t hide. It’s
only a matter of time. he wouldn’t
hurt a fly. he said you were
the love of his life, his
one and only, and
you believe in
love


you only hurt the one you love

barbed daggers
shoved into hearts
twisted and
turned pain and sorrow
passion fear loss
love is blinded
words flung
sticks and stones
cry out we care
scared to death
lashing out
drawing blood
sweat tears
me worse
than you