Sweet Love

Rating: 5.0
I assassinate every ounce of brightness that graces my life for I often think
that they are nothing but shams;
sweet for a little and then turns bitter and burning to the tongue.
I drowned myself daily in every toxin and poison I know,
for the only thing I am willing to welcome is pain.
I grew not in love,
But in the comfort of all the thorns of negativity as they made home in the skin of my body.
I might never be ready for the thing they call love,
For being ready means being free of past happenings
and that may never happen because
my freedom means that my soul and my body
must shatter itself into millions of pieces
and mould itself into something new;
something capable of sweet love.
Friday, April 27, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: love,pain
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COMMENTS
Robert Murray Smith 28 April 2018
To receive love we must be open to pain. An imaginative write with great imagery.+++10
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Dr Antony Theodore 28 April 2018
drowned myself daily in every toxin and poison I know, for the only thing I am willing to welcome is pain. I grew not in love.....love for the negativity is not good. accept all your goodness as God-given, bring happiness to yourself by counting your scores........ thank u dear poet. tony
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Bernard F. Asuncion 28 April 2018
Dear poet, such a well expressed poem....10++++
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Jazib Kamalvi 27 April 2018
A good start with a nice poem, Blue Sun. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.
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