The Torment Of Love - Poem by Rachel Fogle
Over and over we say in our minds,
That we do not love them, we never ask why.
Then the torment of memories drifts into our heads,
And that thing we call love, just comes right on in.
I've been there and done that and I'll do it again,
It still is a ***** when it happens to walk in.
You ever wonder why this ache is just there,
It comes when you least exspect it, you know not were.
I love him, I hate him! ! !
I can't stand her! !
It's all the same, just one more verse.
The torment of love is the ride of our lives,
And the agony of the heart is our mission in life.
But without these torments and missions we cross,
One never knows when the heart will fall.
To love is to hurt, and to hurt is to heal.
To get up and rise is your goal now and here.
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