Love Poem by Brianna Wilshusen
Love
It is sad,
It is mad.
Who made it?
NOT me.
Why do I live,
With love around.
It is evil,
It hurts.
Last time I loved,
It hurt more.
Lost in stupidity,
I thought it'd work.
Lost in my mind,
Love ruined my life.
Wednesday, October 24, 2007
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