Love
January 12, 2008
Love is supposed
to be amazing...
isn't it?
Then why do
I feel so crummy?
I love him,
NO,
I love him.
Who do i really love?
Is all love true?
Can their be fake love?
What should I do about
all these feelings?
I can't just let them go
they mean something.
Mabey it's puppy love,
mabey everyone was right,
mabey i don't love either of them...
But, what if i do?
When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.
John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA
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| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| untitled | 0 | 08/23/2010 |
| Friends | 0 | 06/22/2009 |
| Us | 0 | 05/31/2009 |
| You | 0 | 05/31/2009 |
| Singing | 0 | 05/30/2009 |
| Music = Life | 1 | 05/30/2009 |
| Love of my life | 0 | 05/30/2009 |
| Haters | 0 | 05/28/2009 |
| Love | 0 | 05/27/2009 |
| Always and Forever | 0 | 05/27/2009 |
| Hearts and Love | 1 | 05/27/2009 |
| I can't believe | 0 | 05/27/2009 |
| Kristin Marie-Elizabe th Moses |
0 | 05/27/2009 |
| untitled | 0 | 05/27/2009 |
| School | 0 | 05/27/2009 |
| Wasted Time | 0 | 05/27/2009 |
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