Love (Pt.1)
Love is not the way its supposed to be its pretty as a flower, yet stings like a bee
When your all alone your heart is in a ball when you find out your love doesn't
love you at all
It is interesting how love works interesting how it breaths
While all the hurting goes on love never seems to leave
When we feel lost we leave love alone it knocks on our hearts until we let it grow.
Remember what this poem is
Remember what it means
Love is pretty as a flower, yet stings like a bee
Terri
June 3,2003
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