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 canít 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 wonít 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

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