Love. A simple, easy, four letter word. The look of it so innocent and pretty. But pull apart its facade and you get to the heart of the messy matter.
What is love? The love of a mother for her children, a husband for his wife, a brother for a brother, a friend for a friend. It comes in so many different forms and can sometimes be unknowingly deceitful. Because love can change, can it not?
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Suspicions rise, never trusting.
Nervous looks and wary glances over your shoulder.
Screaming words that never really mean anything,
Silence that says too much.
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Always pushed aside,
Ignored
Never acknowledged.
Left to collect dust with all the other
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Tip-toeing, holding tongues, ignoring,
giving up.
It's easier than speaking up,
Just giving in.
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