Your heart has been broken many times before
Stiletto heels wound and ache to the core
Love is a game, a pantomime, a play
Worthy of playing fleeting or stay
With every love's arrow endured to the heart
The soul becomes wiser and resolved less to part
You hide, afraid to try your hand
I say nay, cast off Queen Mab's band
A heart unchallenged withers and dies
Seek out, enrapture. Love's purest prize
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I know my poetry seems depressing but it is the best way to purge the bad emotions and keep my sanity. Most of these were written long ago.
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