Hurtful Love

by bw

Hurtful Love

Love is a white cloud with little razors
as we walk in the park all happy and kind.
We slowly drown in the cold, dark, ocean of our tears,
never getting the pain we need or the happiness we deserve.

Love is the venom of a snake with a dash of sugar,
paralyzing us with hurt, but keeping us moving with the sweet.
Yet we still try and search for a treat.
Love is hurt, and we bleed hurtful love!!!


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