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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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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Good and true friends are hard to find
But they are worth more than silver and gold
They are the ones who stand by our side
When the world seems dark or feels cold
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In life's short journey, a friendship true,
Is a treasure so rare for the both of you.
A genuine bond where you give and share,
In joys and sorrows, who will always be there.
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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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