Of Love and Pain
Is the freedom to love worth all of the pain?
To stretch your arms out far for the shiniest star,
hoping to reach it, becoming slightly insane,
but gravity dragging your heart into iron bars.
Is this non-stop fight to break them worth the trouble?
To be locked away, witnessing your star reached,
not by you, but another whom is quite subtle,
and more captivating than a whale that is beached.
Is rejection for another worth loneliness?
To cry alone in your corner behind those bars,
wishing to cunningly end their pure happiness,
and escape any emotion like it was tar.
To be second in anyone's eyes, with nothing to gain,
Is the freedom to love worth all of the pain?
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