Love

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Love

Love

What puts life into you, and takes it away,

What can leave a poet with so many lines, nothing at all to say?

What hurts you to your core, from your head to the floor?

But leaves you wanting more, just to see what’s in store?

What offers you everything, your soul and romance?

What offers you nothing, but you still take a chance?

What leaves you cold, like your heart is grieving?

It kills you dead, but still leaves you breathing

Once laughs now frowns, and it really astounds

How we all take our shot, and aim for the crown

What can burn for a lifetime, or last for a season?

Can leave overnight, and all for no reason.

What can bring out the best each and every day?

Or bring out the worst, in reanimating past ways

When you didn’t care to care, or know how to share.

Or know how you’d show her, you would always be there.

But you realize, you miss that smell in the air.

Memories of you, and what you put me through

Bellow in my heart, but I still love you… 

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If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.

Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.

BrooklynsOwn’s Poems (18)

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