Love....

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    Love....

    love.it's a feeling that can hurt,it's a feeling that can heal.
    it can separate friends,it can build new relationships
    it can make new enemys,it can make a new family.
    love.four little letters that can mean so much.
    it can mean happiness,world stopping kisses,and sweet nothings whispered in your ear.
    it can mean hurt,betrayal,bieng pressured to go farther then you want to go.
    love.it can kill you,ripping your heart out of your chest and devoring it.
    it can heal a brocken heart,give you a reason to live in a world of lies,and give you a small amount of comfort when you can find none.
    love.the possibilitys are endless,but the out come is the same.
    it either kills or heals you,depending on how true it is.
    love...

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    Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.

    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

    Poetgal’s Poems (33)

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    My Masks 2
    Silence 0
    An antique mirror 0
    Pain 0
    4 ways 0
    3 ways 0
    Anything for love 0
    The music of a four year old 0
    Off the wall 0
    Let me end this sorrow 0
    Like rain 0
    Life is 0
    a group poem 0
    Overheard 0
    6 ways 0
    In My Mind 0
    untitled 0
    Silent Tears 0
    Knife Kiss 0
    if you lie 0
    dreams 0
    life? 0
    Just one... 0
    pitter patter 0
    never 2
    Wrist Blood 3
    i can't... 3
    Real Friends 2
    sometimes....
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    3
    My Eyes 3
    Run away... 1
    Love.... 0
    I'm Sorry...... 2