By Nonitta
Date: 2002 Jul 23
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Love

Love is a painful death
that is very slow.

It is the seed you've planted
that will never grow.

It's the old begger
in the street.

It's when you're in front of a crowd
and you stumble on your feet.

It's the respect you want
but you're denied of.

It's the fight you have
when push comes to shove.

It's the guy you loved
who left you on your own.

It's the feeling you feel
when your all alone.

It's the bullet
that killed your friend.

It's the money you don't have
but continue to spend.

It's the moments
that never seem to last.

It's getting a ticket
for going too fast.

It's when you continue to argue
when you know your wrong.

It's the sunken heart feeling
for the one you long.

It's the terrible wreck
caused by a drunk driver.

It's the sister you lost
and you still can't find her.

It's the blowing up
of another building.

It's HIV caught
from the person who was willing.

It's the little girl
who doesn't know her dad.

It's the funeral
that has now left you sad.

It's the young girls
who get sexually molested.

It's all the rapists in the world
who have not been arrested.

It's the continuous process
of getting played.

It's the boyfriend who beat you
because of a mistake you made.

It's the cancer
that leads to sudden death.

It's watching a loved one
struggle for each breath.

It's wondering if you'll be happy
at least once in your life.

It's the wrist that was slit
by a razor sharp knife.

It's drinking too much
and feeling it the next day.

It's the girl who is unhappy
and decides to run away.

It's innocence lost
that you can never get back.

It's all the dreams you dream
but the opportunities you lack.

It's the girl eating alone
who doesn't have a friend.

It's working long hours.
It never seems to end.

It's being unsure
and unhappy with yourself.

It's living in the streets
and stealing for wealth.

It's listening to your parents
knowing they lie to you.

It's giving in to pressure
when you know its wrong to.

It's watching a friend use drugs
throwing thier life away.

It's getting a headache
each and every day.

It's knowing nothing's right
and never will be.

It's the kind of love
that's been given to me.