Love is
Like a sharp twinkling crystal
Beautiful in its aspects
And wondrous to consider
But it's a funny thing holding on to and the brighter it gets the tighter you'll want your grip
And you may bleed
If the edges cut too deep
And then you might drop it
Shattering on the floor
Even in shards and pieces
It still twinkles
But not the same
The inner poet
Some ******* cliche poem about love that didn't work out. Yeah yeah, we've heard this song before. And we've gone through the gauntlet of emotion that is love with words more elegantly written than this.