Tortured Love Cliché Poem
You can only hurt the one you love.
But that's the weird thing about love.
Love is a battlefield,
Like two fish in the sea,
Who are fighting with eachother.
It's not you, it's me,
Because I'm not good enough for you.
Some people think its fate,
Others think its destiny’s interwined.
Our love is like a fire burning in our soul.
A heart broken into a million pieces,
And a face only a mother could love.
A faint heart that never a true love knows,
But all's fair in love and war and
Its better to have loved and lost
Than to have never loved at all.
Oh for the love of God,
You handle it with kid gloves.
But how do I love thee?
Well, I have an answer,
If you love something, you set it free.
It's like love and hate are two horns
But they're on the same goat.
Its like love conquers all,
Or love is a many splendor thing.
Truth is, love is blind.
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Even though it's cliched I really like it!
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