Love Hurts
A rose as red as a bleeding heart,
Pierces deep, it tears love apart.
Its beauty blinds, its thorns dig in,
A fragile dance of loss and sin.
The veins that carried passion’s flame,
Now drip with sorrow, grief, and shame.
Each beat resounds, a mournful cry,
For love that lived, then said goodbye.
An arrow strikes, the wound is deep,
Memories haunt, they never sleep.
Yet in the ache, a truth remains,
Love’s raw power defies the pain.
For though it hurts, it also heals,
A lesson that the soul reveals.
A red hot bloom, a lasting scar,
Love hurts, but shapes us as we are.
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Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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Comments (4)
Love is a many splendored thing. Love lifts us up where we belong. All you need is love!
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Beautiful poem!
Wow, this one’s a stunner! The imagery is vivid, the emotions raw, and the message profound.