If Love touched your heart
Would you run?
That deceptive imp
That cruel faced lier
How little you are actually there
I've seen the derangement
The torture
The ridicule, the breaking
And the complete destruction.
I've witnessed the coldness
The frost tipped points
Of a never burning
'Love'
So why try?
Why bother with the charade?
Is there ever a difference?
Perhaps because
Hate
Burns so much worse
And hardens all
Ice
But we have to try
But we must
Keep our wings
To ourselves.
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