Love is like a storm full of pain.
First your smiling and happy,
Then it feels like your crying like the rain.
The struggle of heart break,
especially when it hurts and now your heart aches.
But, what if the world was cold,
would the doors of love continue to open or close?
Would you be taking for granted while your story is being told?
Or will you sale your soul for the devil to hold.
Would your love continue to grow,
or will it fold.
Does it rain when it snow,
does the the heart heal when it cold?
Will love die once your old,
to tell the truth nobody knows.
But, the heart is a treasure that I try to keep strong every day.
Just because nobody knows the bruises i’ve had to take.
But the love I have gets stronger by the day, and I wish the memories wouldn’t just fade away!
About the Creator
Tecoria Savage
Poetry is for the soul, speak the words of wisdom and love. My words are loving for Justice for the world and my community. To settle arguments for families that are in need. Respecting the ones that can’t and settling for the truth.
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