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Tuesday, April 13, 2010

When Did Love Become A Battle

When did love become a battle
Its tender affection camouflaged
In colors of dislike and scorn

I don’t know how long my spirit
Can withstand this barrage of doubt
Leaving it bandaged in dejection

My heart feels like a prisoner of war
Jailed in a prison of questions
Afraid of the pain the answers will inflict


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