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THIN LINE

shaiontheprowl by shaiontheprowl
July 7, 2015
in POETRY
Reading Time: 1 min read

Pain is a gift

A gift to keep sweethearts apart and adrift

For a time kept or forever lost

Love is a trojan horse Wrapped in blood, grit and soured dross.

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Love is pain; Pain is love

It is lovely, yet it is quite a saddening strain

When gone, Love leaves you drained

And the Pain leaves you eternally maimed.

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A Pain that hardens a once lovely heart

Encrusting the softness with harsh, hard burned up hurt

Then is when you truly know and come to the fearful realization

There is only a very thin line between love and its close cousin called hate.

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Comments 2

  1. Omotokefunmi says:
    8 years ago

    You write like one who is pained. This is similar to the other post.

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  2. shanu afolami says:
    7 years ago

    Maybe it is. Dunno….

    Reply

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