this poem, like many of mine, is written in my darkess hours, hours of depression.

love doesn't fade

Acts like a maniac,
But I can't get enough.
I really do love him,
This path has been really tough.

My love for him,
Burns exceptionally bright,
Almost as strong,
As dawns first light.

My love won't disappear,
Fly away or fade,
I am stuck in this dilemma,
That I have made

Poetry by amy-leigh
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Written on 2006-07-28 at 02:28

Tags Love  Heartache 

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