Love Poem by Timothy Pierce

Love



love is strange, love is hard
we all seem to play it like a game of cards
and when we lose we get angry
beacuase we were dealt a unsavoury hand
even though things get tough
we find it in or hearts to scoff ourselves on
nomatter how hard we run

Saturday, May 3, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: love
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