Why must every articulation of love
be thrown into the trash labeled cliche.
Every time one whispers words of devotion
a second thought must occur in the flattered
the perception of true love being distorted
making self expression nothing but taboo.
For fear of rejection, one holds one's breath.
Only to find out that they have reached
exactly what they have been so avidly avoiding.
Comments
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I loved this you know, but you don't have enough poems on here. I ran out of things to read. You must write more, you have such talent.
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Your way with words amazes me. Once again you have caught the essence of love (there are so many kinds) and trapped it on paper. Love your titles, too.

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HMMMMM
im to tired to think
awesome write -
"Why must every articulation of love
Be crumpled and thrown into the trash labeled cliche" I dig that line man you got some talent



