Love above
that rains and pours
and acts.
Love loves
the mess it creates.
Some love is kept secret
in your mind
in your red heart
in a meadow.
For love,
there is no hiding
because it will come out.
Some love is there,
always for you to use to the advantage
of a broken heart.
Some love can stay there.
Some will lead you to the dawn
of a new day.
Some love dies sadly.
It is anxious to feel it
wither and burn and crumple to nothing.
And some love will stay with you
to love and to feel
to teach you how to fall,
how to fly,
to carry you into the clouds.
The love in your heart
is magic
in the soul
given to you
from love above.
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A Girl in a Forgetful World
PoetryThis is a collection of all the poetry I have written. Some sadness, some happiness, and a concotion of both. Poetry is my way to vent and let my emotions flow freely. Thanks for checking it out, and I really hope you enjoy what you find! And please...
