Caroline was only nine years old, but she swore she knew what love was.
Love was a little boy that went by the name of Tom and who always had dirt on his face. Who shared his bright red popsicle at snack. A boy that hugged her when she fell on the playground, then poked her nose and ran away.
A lot of the other kids liked to claim that love was what Mommies and Daddies had-
but Caroline knew they were lying.
Daddy was always at work and Mommy was never seemed to stop crying. Avoidance and depression weren't the things that love was made of. Love wasn't supposed to come in the form of heart shaped bruises . It just wasn't.
Tom never made her cry, and the only time they avoided each other was when they were playing hide and seek. Only chased one another if they were playing tag- and they never ever hit each other. Instead, they held hands as they went down the slide, or waited for each other to reach the top of the hill before rolling down.
Caroline never made fun of Tom's stuttering and Tom never made fun of the way Caroline's eyes seemed too big for her face.
They were much too busy with the important things in life to be worried with such trivial matters.
Like fort building and learning how to spell 'Picture.'
The other kids could continue telling themselves that parents loved each other, but Caroline knew the truth. Love was only for the young, and occasionally, the young at heart.
Author notes
Life, liberty, and..
love-
three things that people always claim they look for-
but never really get.
Everyone says that they love each other- but honestly...
The only type of love I even believe in anymore is Caroline's love. the love of the untainted. the love of the ones that think love is sharing, and holding hands. not kisses and sex and children.
A contest entry
- I Want to Know What Love Is (or Isn't) by Carolina Moon.
1000 points, ended October 22, 18 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - A Contest for Cynics and Realists (Shed some truth for the world) by Fibe Kill-DFW Punk-.
462 points, ended October 26, 27 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Meh.
Comments
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I enjoyed this.. Love is seeing past flaws and accepting us for who and how we are. Great read and thank you for your entry.
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So lovely and yes people could learn a lot about love from you well done good luck with your contests
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Wow, this is absolutely amazing. People could really learn from this. Love is only for the young.. and occasionly the young at heart. Powerful lines. I'm so glad I read this!
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Bravo!
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wonderful!!...yes love is for the young at heart...for people who dont want to control each other but make the loved one free....and watch their flight with joy and awe!
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a prose-poetry? Hmmmm... Love is only for the young, and occasionally, the young at heart.
Indeed? That's something to ponder on. I don't think I'd consider this one a poem though. A prose more likely.And what's with the face beside your title? A sad face, I know. But what good does it do to the title of your piece? -
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It wasn't actually intended to be a face. The actual title is simply Love is: - but this is part of a series I'm trying to do, and I used / / to seperate it for my own use... Didn't think about the face fact... I'll look into giving it a better title and notation period.
Thanks for the comment. ^^
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i really like this, its sweet, innocent, very well written.
thank you for sharing and best of luck
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i like it
i like the poem. but i think you are wrong, yes, love is what the children in your poem have but don't you think there is love in other things to? like a boy and girl who want to spend forever with each other? or a mommy and a daddy who are truly in love? think about these things before you give up on them. thank you for sharing your beautiful poem.
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I do occasionally see that, and thus the 'young at heart' I think my biggest problem with the 'love' I see so much around- is the fact that it often causes more tears than smiles. There's cheating or manipulating or.. ect.- things 'young' children don't really participate.
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sweet write - also liked your own comments.
Moon -
This is so beautiful and sweet
I have to admit that I really dont like prose but this was a joy to read maybe you have converted me lol I love all the little details like Toms stutter and heart shapped brusies. Very well done, Best of luck in the contest 
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I love it.
It is very beautiful.
It captures my heart.
Gives me feeling, makes me miss being a kid.
I love it.
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this was so beautifully & eloquently written
i lovedd itt
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I LOVE THIS!!!! It's absolutely AH-MAZING! Love is definitely not what most parents have. I've seen two children love each other more than my parents ever could.
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No, sorry, this was a good poem im sure, but I didn't even bothering finishing it. Not good for my contest.
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Tears
This poem brought tears to my eyes, so moving so touching were these words. You woun't need it but good luck in the contests
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