Rawr - Poem by Elizabeth Turner
Real love and teen love are the same thing,
the only true difference is real love wears a ring.
Love is said to last forever,
but in reality even true love weathers.
They both have rough times through thick and thin,
but they are in your heart until the end.
If life is a book is love the final chapter?
Why can't we be in love forever after?
The people we love deny us now,
but later on, they come back around.
I'm writing this because I want you back,
yet you won't give your chisel another hack.
The chisel that formed my heart from stone,
and then left me here to suffer alone.
I'm sitting here in a pit of despair,
thinking because 'RAWR means I love you in bear'
Please take a look at this mess I became,
but yet your love shall never be tamed.
All I want is you.
I hope you realize that soon.
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