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Mama Was Wrong

Poetry By: parkelis
Poetry


An ocean is waiting for you.


Submitted:Jun 2, 2011    Reads: 55    Comments: 10    Likes: 9   


Mama taught me
Love just isn't meant to be.
Cuz' what is it really,
Undeniably?
Love is an ocean,
A disease-ridden, second-hand emotion.
One of those all-too familiar, mistaken notions.
Forbid yourself the motions.
Love is game,
Without a clear name.
What is its aim,
But to leave you desperately in blame?
Love is lie,
To prevent reachings to the sky.
Cut your wings; you'll never fly.
Fall to the ground and die.
Love is way
To escape the miserable, lonely day.
Have your fun and play;
In the end, you'll pay.
But Mama was wrong; you always knew.
Love is a dream of only you,
An ocean without all the blue,
A game where there's room for two,
A lie of all the true
A way without mindless coo.
Love.




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