AshleyMarie Rippey


Is there such a thing as love?
Or is there a different meaning?
Is it really a true passion or is it just a saying?
Why do they define love, as a deep, tender feeling for someone?
It's not the truth.
Love is like a pure hatred stabbing you like a million knives all at once.
When you find the one person you care about,
The one person you trust,
Then everything goes so wrong.
You lose the one person you love.
The one person you can't live without.

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, February 13, 2008

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  • Heather HillHeather Hill (2/14/2008 10:10:00 PM)

    this is another good one with a true meaning...I have yet had a boyfriend and I'm 18 so I mean love just has to come to you...and with friends yeah I've lost a few close ones..its hard cuz everything you gain sometimes u just lose it all.

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