Love is painful,
But not in the beautiful way we’re promised,
Treasured and precious,
It makes a heart glow with light,
But it is temporary,
which makes it a tragedy,
To love is to prepare to break,
In the face of death or as it fades,
And leaves wounds festering.
About the Creator
Samantha Smith
I am an aspiring author, who also has too much to say about random books and movies.
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