Intruders?

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Intruders?

Love is an unexpected enemy,

She rips a door inside your heart,

And says it is her home.

Joy prances on Love’s roof with no penalty at all,

He seeks weak spots, as swiftly as a dart,

He deceives you for a moment, and claims he has no other place to roam.

Peace she comes she goes and only leaves us enmity,

We can’t find her when we need her, for escape’s her greatest art,

And leaves when time’s convenient, to find another’s dome.

                        These feelings that we feel,

                        Are no more but intruders.

Reviews

[Mockingbird]

sounds as though love is a malignant illness. rife with emotion. also sounds like the person is jaded, bitter and a cynic as well. great job.

[Elliott Zettel]

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Such a powerful read, enjoyed this

[MOON]

Wow , what striking thoughts and reads so well. Profound . I like how you took all the positives and showed them up and how they are fleeting, only intruders.