Torment

by James Goranson   Aug 23, 2004


Love is a tool of pure torment, it draws out ones most inner hopes and dreams of happiness and shatters them upon the tear soaked ground, only to be picked up by another and again thrown away carelessly..... ah but true love is different...... yes true love comes from that person that in one beautiful moment reaches down and picks up your hopes and dreams and raises them to the sky. And at that moment the hopes and dreams that were your own now become that of them too. And from the broken hearts of two come one complete and beautiful entity.

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  • 17 years ago

    by BeautifullyBroken

    Wow i love all of your poems their great keep doing what your doing!