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Love is….by Aella Wind

October 6, 2008 12:34 am

Love is a game
just meant to be played.
Love is a phrase
just overly clichéd.

It’s dominated by cheaters,
players, and rule-breakers.
Where three words often said
are lies spoken by fakers.

Love is an emotion
and hormones are the cause.
Love is perfection
that brings out your flaws.

Young ones are swayed
into believing that it’s real.
Soon conscious of mistakes,
next fear is what you feel.

Love is a wish
desired by so many loners.
Love is a sight
shown off by its owners.

It’s a sad pathetic world
when love is only wanted,
for the sake of having it,
and for it to be flaunted.

Love is a drug,
addictive and strong.
Love is a toy.
and you’re strung along.

The endings are painful,
yet again you will start,
to end with more lies and tears,
and another cruelly broken heart.

Love is a reason
to be treated like dirt.
Love is an excuse,
an excuse to get hurt.

Author’s Comments:
I know this is pessimistic, but it’s my view on love. Well.. my view on love from a few years ago. It’s not great, and the poem itself is unoriginal, but… just read, and enjoy… I like it, hope you will too.
(c) Amira Anuar

E’s comment: I am not usually too much into poetry, but… This is something I came across by accident but I liked it. You can tell it’s written by a young person and seems to be talking about young love. Although I somewhat agree more with the poem overall, real love is not like this. A person in love is happy, both people are happy. It’s only when one in love ends up getting hurt…that’s when it really painful.

[and this is a previous post so I am keeping the original post date, not today’s date…]

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