Poetry

The irony of love

“Always?” She asked.
“Forever.” He said.

How strange:
We want a forever,
In a world that has an ending.

We want to be loved,
Knowing our heart would be broken…
Yet once again.

So there then she lies,
A little blur in her eyes;
With a scar of her past,
It’s the memories which only last.

Her smile been wonderfully painted,
Telling beautiful lies;
And you can see it all,
Just look into her eyes.

But still, love hits you hard…
And then, it’s there to break you apart!


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