Red
A Reflection on Love
Love is painful,
But not in the beautiful way we’re promised,
Treasured and precious,
It makes a heart glow with light,
But it is temporary,
which makes it a tragedy,
To love is to prepare to break,
In the face of death or as it fades,
And leaves wounds festering.
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Samantha Smith
I am an aspiring author, who also has too much to say about random books and movies.
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Day 4 of Quitting
If this is how sobriety feels, maybe it’s better to go through life a little buzzed… this, along with other hits like, I want to kill myself, I wish I was dead, and I’m going to throw myself off a bridge have been the only thoughts on rotation these past few days. I promise myself that if, in a month, I still feel like this (‘this’ meaning despondent, full of rage, and simultaneously numb) I can go back to smoking. Until mid-February though? Nicotine is off the table.
By sleepy drafts7 days ago in Longevity
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i love your poetry.
Beautiful but sad poem. Nicely done!!!
So sad but yet so true. Great poem.