What Is Love
Written by Searrah Bucci
Not soon enough found,
But too soon it is lost
The fragile wings of a dove are broken
It's something unsound
And kept at a cost
Words, dry tablets without token
And love, it is said,
Leaves everyone dead
A hunger unfed
And anger runs red
In the eyes of a love struck stranger.
These tears that I've cried
Every one of them's dried
"Understanding" Does not mean forgotten...

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