Franklin M Kline Poems

Love is not a feeling but an action a verb

It's the way you treat someone not just a word
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Love a mystery so deep,
A secret none can keep,
A puzzle few can complete,
A patch of sinking sand on a slab of concrete.
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In a web of deceit, I thought their love was true,
So I offered my heart, but it only got used.

A facade of affection, a mask of concern,
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They whisper, those voices in the shadows, hissing of a darkness that lurks within love's embrace. They speak of a poison, a slow-burn venom that seeps into our souls and leaves us hollow and craving, forever seeking that next fix.

Love, they say, is a tyrant, a cruel master who demands our all, a greedy beast that devours our sanity and leaves us broken and babbling in its wake. It rips open our hearts, exposes the raw flesh beneath, and revels in the pain it inflicts.
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In a web of deceit, I thought her love was true,
So I offered my heart, but it only got used.

A facade of affection, a mask of concern,
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Beauty, they say, ain't skin-deep, but have they ever dug through the meat?
Seen the writhing maggots of vanity feastin' on a soul incomplete?
Eyes might sparkle, teeth might gleam, but the darkness they conceal,
Is a twisted carnival of horrors, where empathy takes a kneel.
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Your ghost still lingers on this breeze,
the scent of moments, lost with ease.
Laughter rings, though you're not here,
Each memory whispered, a held in tear.
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In a cobwebbed corner of my heart,
she spun a love so sweet,
I offered her a banquet,
but she only sought a quick treat.
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There is a big difference between those who take action and those who only take information.
What is this difference, you ask? Results.
Knowledge is only power when it is applied, so go take action.
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Life is a journey, a quest for meaning
A search for the truth, a longing, a burning
We wander the world, we explore the unknown
We seek adventure and we turn every stone
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