Love hurts
As I lay dyingI could only think of love,
how much it hurt, how much it was alive
for hurting – love must always hurt,
or it is not love. The more it hurts,
the more it's genuine, honest and sincere,
and the longer it will live
to even outlive and survive yourself,
since true love is a pain eternal.
Therefore, never be afraid of love.
The more it hurts and tortures you,
the more you'll be alive
continually if not eternally.
Poetry by Laila Roth
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Written on 2017-02-21 at 20:33
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