I gave you so much
without wanting anything in return.
You kept taking, without giving,
sucking the life out of me,
draining out every ounce of what I had within me.
After all that you did,
I still cannot get myself to hate you.
Is this love?
Or am I just a lonely, wandering soul?
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Poems about Love
PoetryContains only poems, from the book- I thought you were mine (in the process of being written by me), and just poems about love. It contains letters, his povs, and just feelings of love. The poems are not in any particular order. I hope you like th...
