love is a stranger
misunderstood
often blamed for crimes
never committed
for the fear
and the hate
inside the hearts of the
weak
the truth?
love is the only hope
in every weeping soul
in every broken heart
a thunder-less rain
calming
comforting
giving rest to the weary
after the lies
the broken promises
the rejection
the faults unforgiven
for those are what scars
us
what we had mistaken for
love
ever innocent
ever pure
ever true
that is love
- February 17th 2013 (1.19 pm)
I have been wanting to write this one for some time now but I haven't had the urge to put it down on paper, until now.
This poem was written while I was listening to this on loop:
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