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Sadness. A poem about abuse and the effects it has on future relatioships. |
| A child afraid in a crowd all alone. Want to confess can't pick up the phone. Darkness and shadows nightmares that lurk, cold hands that hold her denying the hurt. Too weak to escape an unwanted kiss She wonders, "What kind of love is this?" A woman grown and falling in love. Was a one sided love what she was dreaming of? Surely not this calculated and cruel now that she finds she's played the fool. Still crawling back for one touch of bliss and again she wonders "What kind of love is this?" |