Love,
What the hell is love?
A knife that is what it is.
It rests its pointed tip
Against a heart so hopeful
Stabbing, to leave it bleed.
Love
The killer of souls.
The chains that encase a heart
Then squeezes the life from it.
False words are the links
Abandonment its lock.
Love,
Speak not to me of a poison
That drains us slowly, painfully.
If cemeteries held a coffin
For each stabbed or chained heart
No room on earth would there be left
A contest entry
- Pain or Love by XxESPNCHICKxX.
600 points, ended January 13, 2008, 82 entries
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Comments
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! harsh on love but well said! thanks for sharing, good luck in the contest!
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Love can be brutally painful, a poisioned blade stabbing into that wounded vessel we call a heart, but it can be sweet and lovely and wonderful too. We have to take the good with the bad when we risk loving someone.
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Wonderful!
I love this and it's dark and painful imagery... very well written indeed! Good luck in the contest!
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