“Sometimes Love Hurts”
In this age where romance is not what it use to be, “Sometimes Love Hurts” and leaves scars you can’t see.
A visual Poem
Beauty, can you….
See me now, if I paint my pain on me
My quaint nature withered by your impulses
You plucked me for my beauty,
So I couldn’t grow
Romanced me,
I bloomed
you stunted me
Crazed…….. Blinded, Abandoned
I gave you me…
Presently.
Scarred, Arid to my roots,
Still beauty is me.
I know now why roses have thorns,
Sometimes love hurts.
