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Aug 2012
We throw around “I love you”
Like children playing catch
Disregard for incubated tenderness
Too impatient to let it hatch.

We throw it on the floor
***** with all kinds of mud
Disregarding potential growth
Limited as a spud.

We drag it in the dust
As if we never care
Hearts. Raw love. Precious.
Yet, not considered rare.

Perforated souls
Deadly games of fear
Initial intention: hope and love
Yet harbored pains appear

Yet smiles appear on every face
Pretending its all ok
Too hard to face true worth I suppose
So our hearts of love, become child’s play.

A common misconception
We believe the lies are true
But let’s review true treasure again
Let our understanding of love be new.
Toni Cezeal
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