But Pain. Poem by Chasity Dorsey

But Pain.



Oh the beauty of forgotten love,
TO mesmerize
to capitalize
to make it a government,

trapping the freedom of your soul, it bears
few soothing matters. Nothing compares to love. Nothing compares to love.
But pain.

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Barbara Terry 08 June 2010

I'm sorry but my comment posted twice for some reason. Love & hugs, Barbara

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