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What Is It, Anyway?

Poetry By: hillaryanne

Tags: Poetry, Love

Love: why do we fall?

Submitted:Mar 20, 2013    Reads: 5    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   

Some people fall

Some people are pushed

Some are confused

Some are rushed

What is it anyway?

This thing we call love

Why is it what everyone's dreaming of?

We know everything that flies must come down

Like the crows that fly over this dark town

Their wings will break, their hearts will be crushed

The thorns will stab them on the rose bush

They will crash down, they will not fly

What once was beautiful can't touch the sky

We all know we'll end up like so

When there's an opportunity for love,

Why don't we go?

We can all just leave and forget what had happened

Leave loose ends that will never be fastened

Move on, move on, as fast as you can

And never look back to this forbidden land


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