"This thing we call love"

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    "This thing we call love"

    I'm in love with the thought of being in love, but when it's real I run away.
    How am I in love with the thought of being in love? but yet I never stay.
    Fearing rejection and neglecting my affection at the same time.
    How can I sort through these weak ass love lines with a sain mind.
    The word love gets dangled and entangled in conversation like it means nothing at all.
    So how come when we hear the word love directed towars us we fall.
    Into some sort of fantasy a thought of how we think that it's suppose to be, but it's not by a long shot.
    And you gave it all you got, thinking to yourself what's the plot.
    To this so-called love story, that you are the author of.
    Just admit it this is a book that will never end especially if it's the book of love.




    Lashonda Cornwell 2-10-09

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    gothicpoet96 commented on "This thing we call love"

    06-01-2009

    i really understand exactly what you are putting across. This is very well written. You really connect with your readers and make them understand your point. Once again, very well written, i' d love to read more. i think what you are trying to say is that love is not some fairytale and that we really should accept it for what it is and not run away when we get a taste of what it really is.

    phatdaddee commented on "This thing we call love"

    05-28-2009

    Great poem I really enjoyed it! Thanks for sharing your heart with us we are all blessed to have witnessed love YOUR way!

    phatdaddee commented on "This thing we call love"

    05-28-2009

    We all say we want true love but do we really? Why do we fight so hard to keep the people in our lives that seem to do us the most harm? Love is a constant work, like a garden it has to be tended constantly!

    NatureBoy commented on "This thing we call love"

    04-22-2009

    Those words are the true words of people forced into being insecure with themselves. How they were forced into it does not matter, it is only that they were. There is no escaping it for them, they become locked into it until such time they have learned the lessons required by being there, then they move on to another lesson. And so it is, life has many incarnations for every ghost, an with each there are lessons to learn until we incarnate as the being to enter everlasting life. When we in

    Poetry is what gets lost in translation.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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