Why are boy's like that?
They leave and they never come back.
They steal your heart,
rip you apart,
then you become an empty sack.
Oh-
why is love like pain?
You loose over and over again.
Pain never stopping,
whirling forever.
Why do we remember when we were together?
Oh what a cruel thing this life is.
Oh why did we always disagree?
Oh why do care, when there's...
nothing there?
How can you care when your heat's not there?
Why
is
love...
Like...
This.
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Hello, and welcome to my blog! I will be posting some of my writing, along with a few snippets of my life. Feel free to read and comment on anything. Thanks for coming!
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2 comments:
nice, some signs of life on this blog.
just curious, is there a meaning behind the title? did you give it a melody? or is it supposed to sound like a popular song? or is it "just 'cause."
Something I've noticed lately about questions that end with periods. Like your last stanza "why is love like this." when you end it with a period, it's got this kind of exasperated feeling. like "oh hey, nice dress -" "What. Are you talking to me."
So i don't know if that was your intent with the last stanza, but it had a pretty cool effect. worth messing around with, i think.
haha yeah, i havent messed with poems in a while... just diggin up old stuff i guess. i gave it a melody... but im too lazy to write it out.
thanks. :P
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