Love is for the weak.
The futile.
The unarmed.
It is for those who need someone to support them.
Someone to protect them from harm.
Love is for those who are not strong.
But love can make people stronger.
Give them something to live for.
Give them something to care for.
Someone to hold in the dark.
Someone to be there for.
Only some can love.
The people with hearts. . .
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Poems from the frozen moon.
PoetryDeath and Life. Hate and Love. These poems cover heartbreak, to love. Happiness to sadness. Pain and sorrow, Joy and pleasure. Based on life events of myself.
