Love Is A Fragile Thing... - Poem by david lessard
Love is a fragile thing,
Love on a broken wing,
Heart on a spiral, down,
Smiles like a saddend clown.
Love is a wounded prey,
The end coming on its way,
The soul dying deep inside,
Hurts that one can never hide.
Love is shattered dreams,
Nothing being as it seems,
The mind tending to go blank,
Walking on a pirate's plank.
The final sound is never heard,
Only the sting of a final word,
Love's such a fragile jewel,
Only the strongest here can rule.
Others fall, like autumn leaves,
The body dies, the spirit grieves,
They tried their best to carry on,
But everything they did, was wrong.
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