Useless

Rating: 4.7

Love is a waste
a manipulative term,
it sneaks in your heart
and feasts like a worm.

I thought it was good
I felt it was right,
for once I saw heaven
its shimmering light.

I enjoyed the light
I nearly cried,
just to find it was hell
and love is a lie.

This is my home
this is my life,
I spent it down there
where hate became my rite.

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COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Starr Mailangi 16 March 2011

okay; that was pretty tight ')

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Aastha Uppal 08 July 2010

well all i can say is loving love is one of the most difficult things because love itself iis a mystery and though confusing.. its a beauty in itself.. but as its potrayed to be always so divine and heavenly the reality is its not always that goody goody.. but then thats the reality and surely it bites.. well expressed in your poem..

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Summer Holst 07 July 2010

very descriptive & dramatic. You really put every word of wha you felt about love within this poem. Love is tricky i have to admit. Anotha great poem! <3 Summer

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