Wrong Love

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    Wrong Love

    My heart has been many different colors as of late,
    but the color that consumes me now I almost hate.
    to try and show you what I look like inside,
    my days of happiness are dead and dried.
    I see the color everwhere,
    It fills my world at night,
    during the day,
    and haunts my dreams at night,
    when I have no cares.
    But cares i have and many they are,
    you of course have gone to far,
    to notice the way that I view things now.
    you have screwed me so take your bow,
    and rest in pieces,
    walking away should be so easy,
    for people such as your self,
    who can love no one else,
    but my heart will mend,
    my heart will love until the end,
    however long it may be,
    how long it is, can you see.
    I know I can't and don't care to,
    as long as it's toward someone like you.



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    The true philosopher and the true poet are one, and a beauty, which is truth, and a truth, which is beauty, is the aim of both.

    Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)

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