Rose. E. Poe Poems

What is happiness?
Is it love?
Or is it exactly the same as stated above?
It's only followed by pain and loss.
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Love kills slowly,
More slowly than any other poison in the world today.
But what it kills is still unknown,
But what my theory and my experience shows is what it kills is trust.
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Love is strong.
Love is a very special bond.
Once it's broken it's gone forever.
Like the wind,
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Love is a drug,
Once you try it you can't get enough.
You long to feel it.
You long to get lost in the spontaneous bliss.
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The knife that killed me was not
Sharp nor dull
It was not
Big nor small
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Why won't you face the truth?
Why do you think that it doesn't hurt me too?
I wish I could talk to you.
Tell you that I hurt too.
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