Love
A battlefield is love
sometimes you feel blessed from above
other times cursed you feel
and you wonder if love is real.
True love to come by is hard
from past “loves” you are scarred
but love can be a blessing
true love doesn‘t keep your mind and heart second guessing.
The worst is a love that is fake
love like that makes it hard not to hate
your heart will heal with time my friend
and one day you will love again.
16/2/2020.
Poetry by liz munro
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Written on 2020-02-16 at 00:39
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