Love.

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By LostWithinWords

Love is great, love is pure, But in the end it's just pulled apart, I love her but does she love me, to think what I thought. I don't know what to do. I sit in a lonely grave carving her name amungst my skin, Wishing that within the blood, I can find the answer that to be loved is a great deal of pain..

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November 5, 2007 22:06Tattooedkadie

I really like this poem but there is so much more to love than just the pain that can come of it I am a firm believer in the fact that it is better to have loved and lost than to never love at all

March 13, 2015 03:22sweetNsour

intense tho...