Damage

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  • Lost Love

    Damage
    Damage

    My love is wasteland,

    Harsh and hurtful,

    Dry, desolate unalive,

    And amongst the rubble,

    Crags, dust, and debri,

    A single rose, worth a hundred,

    Blooming bright, radiant,

    A distant ember in the night,

    How can she survive,

    Rooted in the poison of my soul,

    Drinking the acidity of my heart,

    I see the wilting of her soul,

    Draining her, killing her,

    My selfishness,

    I should pluck her,

    And give her caring hands,

    But I can't let go.

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    Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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