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Love is like a title wave,
It hits you out of nowhere,
Sometimes leaving you with
All the debris to clean.

Love leaves you breathless,
Sometimes in tears,
Love brings out your worst fears.

Love is sometimes a one way street,
You keep holding on ,
While the other leaves.

Love makes you crazy,
It can bring out the best or worst in you ,
And it doesnt matter what you do.

Love is a battle field,
You're bound to loose.
Its rare to find a love that's true,
Unconditional love only comes to few.

Love is like a bullet in your heart,
You let someone in and they tare you apart,
And no matter what you do,
Nothing can heal the scars.

Love leaves you in the dark,
You'd avoid love if you were smart.
But it is peoples life goal to find that person who holds the other half of their heart.

Love is like an hour glass,
It'll run out , it'll never last.

Love is unknown,
Nothing is ever set in stone.
In the end ,
We all die alone.

Trust is like a pen,
Once you make a mistake ,
It can not be erased.
The person you "love" will possibly forgive you,
But the damage is done ,
Once trust leaves , the relationship is gone.

Love doesn't promise you forever ,
It can leave you sitting there in the darkest of nights ,  making it hard to see even the brightest of lights.
You'll try to forget,
But all you'll be left with is regret.
You'll think you're okay,
But you're just numb to the pain .
Once someone holds your heart,
Its hard to part.
You'll never be the same ,
All you're left with is the echo in your head of the memory of their name.

Love is a risk,
One many do not want to miss.
Nothing compares to a lovers kiss.
There is something addicting  about loves bliss.

Love is not a game.
Nothing hurts more then a heart breaks pain.
So be smart when it comes to love,
Once you let someone in, it can't be undone.
 Aug 2015 Luna Quinn
Mark Ipil
Am I jealous?, I don’t know.
Maybe yes but partly no,
Am I jealous?, I don’t think so,
Feelings I want to let go.

I really don’t know why,
Things are meant to be a lie,
I just don’t get it how,
Things are made now.

A part of me is denying,
The other part is confirming,
Maybe yes, maybe no,
Feelings I don’t know.
P.S. Am I Jealous is a breath of fresh air from my timeline because this is my first poem that is not about bitterness or death, something about love.
 Aug 2015 Luna Quinn
GieAn
Sometimes I feel like I’m always first to say ‘I love you.’
Sometimes I wonder; Did I do anything to hurt you?
Sometimes I ask you, If I make you happy…
Sometimes I ask you, If you really love me…
Sometimes I ask you, Are you sure you’ll always want to be with me?
Perhaps I’m blind to see
The reality-
And I know That you
Tell me
That I already know the answers to the questions I ask you…
But its my greatest insecurity
Not knowing if your heart is being true…
You always seem so quiet
And so distant, That I cant deny it…
Is there something, You’re keeping from me?
You may think I’m silly
But how come you don’t smile anymore,
Like you did before?
Please love, Why cant you smile?
For me to think that you are truly happy with me now, I’d be in denial…
I know that you say that I make you happy…
I Know that you tell me that you love me…
I know that you say that you always want to be with me…
But I cant help feeling this sense of insecurity…
My love please help me,
By reassuring me…
And to you’re heart, Please be true
And know that I love you!
PHILIP ALARIE

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