To Love

To Love

A Poem by Worms

To Love

 

Her eyes pass over me.
She doesn’t care that I am there.
To love is to hurt.

She speaks like a friend,
someone that I’ll always trust.
To love is to hope.

She calls me at home.
She talks about her new boyfriend.
To love is to hurt.

She speaks to me often.
She talks in a friendly tone.
To love is to hope.

I ask her to come.
She says no very hastily.
To love is to hurt.

She asks me for help.
For her I am always ready.
To love is to hope.

© 2010 Worms


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Nice repitition. Sad. I can relate.

Posted 13 Years Ago


lovely write and flow

Posted 13 Years Ago



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I'm 16 and insane and I am not the best person to ask about me but here goes nothing I am a hopless romanitc, for the world as well as myself I am a dreamer, I am a schemer I am a ranter, I am .. more..

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