The Truth. Poem by Kyle Bickham
The Truth.
You,
The un-expecting victim,
About to be crippled by the spread of this infection,
This is transmitted like any other,
Into your body,
Into your heart,
Into your mind,
It is like a tumor,
You can never truly get rid of it,
Even the smallest fragment eats away at you,
Until you turn to dust,
But what is this infectious disease you may ask?
It is a word,
That is spelt L.O.V.E.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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6/25/2026 5:02:37 AM # 1.0.0
its so great deep, swift n articulate...great wrk for a budding poet......seriously..